e string

Being a guitar string,

I am a note when strung lightly

doesn't judge too much.

I wish myself a poem sometimes,

but I am only one string

praying not to snap.

My brothers and sisters

E, A, D, G, and B are gone now,

Lost in a passionate riff

(hot times long ago).

I am the high E

being learned to play by a child.

Having never been a child

I don't understand

that his purity will not be lost

by tuning too tight.

He finds melody in my singularity

one note at a time.

He finds the sweet note

when he is alone,

and his eyes are closed,

and his teeth are clenched,

and his mind is clear,

and his heart is full of blood.

A child with a message and a song

is taking me to a street

where no one notices one string,

just his voice and I,

one note at a time.

As we go,

I sense his changes.

He down tunes me

and changes the key.

As he gets older

I get hard like a stone,

and he gets soft like water.

I rest in a velvet case.

He changes the world.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Very clever, when I spied the title didn't dawn on me what it was all about, good thing you didn't pick the G-string. ;-) Love a man that plays guitar, just saying.

[m.s.early]

Too funny Frieda. Thank you for reading :)

[Frieda P]

Always a pleasure xavier. ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

A proud child who is trying to make it in the music business which is so hard...A wonderful write, sir...:)................

[m.s.early]

Thank you, Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).........................

[Jack...]

being a guitar player this struck me in a wonderful way. I can picture the child, proud as can be with his one stringed guitar singing to anyone who will listen. Going through life, watching time pass with his one string, his best friend, who watches with him. Very cool my friend.

[m.s.early]

Thank you Jack.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh wow, this is fantastic...


like Divya said, what a metaphor as that string grows, the child changes...and changes the world...i was part of his growth, now i rest in a velvet case, feeling i have contributed to his growth, and can rest now.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you so much Jacob :)

[Ayvid N]

Great metaphor used here by you. Life is a musical note...we are the strings of a musical instrument... needing just the right tuning to try and make music that could make the world more melodius. A delightful note from you Xavier.

[m.s.early]

Thank you so much Divya. I really appreciate you interpretation. :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

Awesome penning of the comparisons between a boy and the e string.Truly genius :)

[m.s.early]

(: thank you Vidya... what no tongue? :P

[Vidya Bacchus]

Ha and you thought I could not behave .Now you sticking out ur tongue at me ?lol.You are welcome Xavier :P

[Linda alexander]

I rest in a velvet case.

He changes the world.

Great write, when tightening the string it get tuned and better, just like a boy get tuned for the future one step at a time basis, later trainer or parent takes some rest and boy is ready to make the symphony of life way efficiently than the trainer, best way to go, but everyone is not fortunate to get that ideal training, enjoyed

[m.s.early]

Indeed Linda. Thank you very much for your thoughts :)

[Linda alexander]

You most welcome, my pleasure

[Mockingbird]

how a single string as a single note had been learned and nurtured by the boy until it became part of him. in accompaniment, the single note burgeoned into a song that evoked his inner wisdom. it's amazing when you think about how symphonies had originated with a few simple notes.

[m.s.early]

Point on mockingbird. Thank you so very much.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This verse has a story...
from what was when all the strings played...
and now there is only one...
and the bond begins again...
with a child and his one string...
and develops back...

[m.s.early]

Thank you Glen, I really appreciate your thoughts. Thank you for reading :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...

[Lyn Anderson]

a sensual, soft, contemplative verse. Lovely.