The Guitarist

She watches in awe

As he stands there

Underneath the spotlight.

He strums his guitar

Slowly building up energy.

She patiently waits.

With eyes closed,

He sings a melody

Carefully pouring out his heart.

The rhythm changes.

Going fast and heavy,

He dances to the beat of the drums.

 

 He starts to make love to his guitar.

Every little movement,

Not gone unnoticed.

She stares at this man 

Rocking out in front of her,

Making love to his music.

She feels her insides 

Start to tickle.

Responding to every pluck of his guitar.

She senses a strange feeling of warmth

Coming from up the stage

Towards her direction.

As sudden as the moment

Their eyes had met,

Just like magic,

She knew he could be the one.

His music reaches out to where her heart should be

And her soul pleadingly sings out to his.

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Reminds me of "Magic Man" by Heart. The words bring strong images to mind and convey emotion well. Thank you for sharing this with us.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you sir. :)

[Firestone Feinberg]

Great one. Dances. Music. I love it. David

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you. Glad you loved it. :)