The Soloist

i couldn't help myself :))

Fingers jump like sparks in a bonfire. Disappearing from one place, only to appear unexpectedly and perfectly in another. Fingertips sliding, pulling, bending. notes ring, vibrate, sing. Index, middle, thumb, pick. Either way, the fast paced dancing won't miss a beat. Won't mute a note. Won't skip a thing. Ears pick up the sound, the feel, of a spirit in every inch of flesh on your fingers, a being!, a soul!, in every human cell. A dancing, prancing bit of bliss circulating up and down every picked, bent, slapped string. The guitar creating a pulse of its own. And for a moment, you hold a life. You hold a light, a soul, a breath. For that moment, you are one with a spirit. so wild. so free. so alive. You have resurrected a long lost pulse.

Author's Note

I'm planning to fix up the format somewhat. but this is really last minute and i wanted to get it out there because the only people that have read it are two friends of mine and i was so embarrased that i told them not to tell me what they think. >.< but this is cyberspace so here ya go!

Reviews

[JRB]

I use to be involved with band members and I believe you your telling their story, very poetically and visional, in words, as eyes, to hear,
THANK YOU
Jan/uisiom

[Una Xoto]

I thought it was really good. I thought it worked really well. I felt in an abstracted way I could almost hear what inspired this piece...

"Fingers jump like sparks in a bonfire. Disappearing from one place, only to appear unexpectedly and perfectly in another. Fingertips sliding, pulling, bending. notes ring, vibrate, sing. Index, middle, thumb, pick."

I enjoyed that bit... Good piece. Would like to see what you do with it...