Solo Guitar

can we have an encore please

Solo Guitar

It's a silent air that provokes you to pick up the Martin sitting quietly in a corner of the world that only you know. The left hand descends downward, quietly knowing, almost like an intuition bearing a wizard's thought, toward the guitar stand. You listen as the disharmonious sounds echo from the lifting. In your own absent minded way the guitar and your body hug in a moment of solitary bliss.
"Hello" mumbles out of your mouth. The neck of strings follows its customary blip of noise. Your eyes follow the entire body of the Martin, like some unusual world is being held in your hand, followed by a whimsical strum for s***s and giggles sake.
His thought gather round his mind, as though some magical herder has summons his never ending habit into a refined process, fingers and ears parade down familiar avenues.
What song do you hear my friend? Or is there a guitar riff in the making. You console yourself, the inspiration drifts across the air, you settle on an instrumental that courses around the whole world, everyone listening, everyone stopping for the very words that come forth from a song without words.