His Guitar-

This was an Inspired by a man whom I named... Jay.

Oh, how I wish I were the guitar he plays. 

He finger picks fancily, and creates such Beautiful melodies. 

He plays with such passion, he closes his eyes as he unites with the instrument at hand. 

He plays softly, his bottom lip slightly further out, brow furrowed, and ear slightly pointed towards his guitar. The passion in which he plays is undeniable and can be felt through the air... 

And when the time is right, he opens his mouth to sing.

His song, his voice, breaks the Silence and vibrates into the air, and into my ears. 

It penetrates every wall until his voice is chafing against my cold, dead soul. 

He sings and he plays while his voice becomes raspy and light. 

His eyes are still closed, & the fire inside still burning to be Released. 

Oh, how I wish I could be that guitar. 

I'd hear first hand the cries of his soul. 

I'd feel first hand the fervor and heat within his veins.

And I'd experience firsthand the intimacy of these moments... where no one else exists except him, his heart and 

I.

Author's Note

Please excuseeee the grammatical typos and the lack of punctuation.

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

Passionate and the desire of love roams throughout this write... This is so beautiful, and you were marvelous in painting the images of love by using his act of playing guitar... Your word choices and the free verse style of the write gives the power to the poem to rise and shine... Most of us dream about love this way my frnd... Another fabulous work with innocence and feelings...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[The OutKasted]

Thank you so much!
This time, I actually did try to focus on the reader's ability to see what I see when he plays his guitar...
So I'm glad that I was able to accomplish that!
Thank you for the helpful critique!!

[hanir]

I like the melodic flow in this piece.
Nice write! 😊

[The OutKasted]

Thank you so much! 💌