"A Man and his Guitar"

A Man and his Guitar

(For Nick Black)

 

A man and his guitar,

Are much one and the same.

An extension of himself,

Part reason for his fame.

 

The choice is always personal,

When it comes to a guitar.

For a musician it’s like choosing,

Who and what they are.

 

Fine tuned to a precision,

Fits him, fits like a glove.

Can’t tell where one begins or ends,

An artist’s first true love.

 

With him through every set.

Waits patient for new strings.

Doesn’t mind the nicks and scratches,

So long as it can sing.

 

Brings forth its owner’s music,

As it was meant to be.

With artful licks and soulful riff’s,

In perfect harmony.

 

God forbid it turn up missing,

This tool that makes him whole.

For to take away a man’s guitar,

Is to take away his soul.

 

SJ Sinister/Copyright/2007  (Shirley Petrandis)

 

 

Author's Note

Written for musician, Nick Black, with love and respect, after his guitar was stolen.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

'The choice is always personal,
When it comes to a guitar.
For a musician it’s like choosing,
Who and what they are.'

'God forbid it turn up missing,
This tool that makes him whole.
For to take away a man’s guitar,
Is to take away his soul.'

Have of course, focused on the man AND his guitar; the two are both their force and united shadows!
As for Nick, even (smiling here) in the UK he is known in the right places. Your finely metered poem does more than put him where he should be - everywhere! Many thanks