Grandpa's fingers

In one corner of the room
the one slightly darker
than all the others
sat that old guitar
just waiting to be played
Months ago that guitar would sing
as Grandpa's fingers would dance
That guitar would sing the blues
or old 80's tunes
All the while we would watch
as Grandpa's fingers danced
But one day Grandpa's finger
stopped their dancing
and that guitar ceased to sing
late one evening
many months later
a curious Granddaughter
picked up that guitar and strummed
still in perfect harmony
waiting to sing again
she shed a tear
as she remembered
how Grandpa's finger had danced
She promised herself that
this guitar would sing again
while everyone watched
as her own fingers would dance...