Strings
By Catherine, age 25, England, United Kingdom
Guitar strings against my fingers,Play another tune,
Happiness as the sounds resound,
Under the light of the moon.
Marks upon my finger tips,
And the weight of the great guitar,
Love of the noise doesn't need a poise,
Getting lost in it I adore.
Chords and frets and emotions glow,
I've nailed another tune,
Strumming and thumbing and picking the pick,
I hope practice again is soon.
It doesn't matter how we feel,
The instrument will tell it so,
Nothing better no more fetter,
If you play it too you'll know.