Ibanez -- For Jon Foreman

It stands proudly in the corner. 

The melody that's been stuck in my head

Suddenly bursts into new, vibrant life. 

A life that I could give. 

A smile tugs at my lips as I look at the guitar. 

It rewards me with memories -- reminders of a simple life. 

My fingers aren't as limber as yours, but I'm trying. 

My words lack the depth of your mesmerizing rhymes, 

But I fill the page with scribbles. 

My guitar sings along, either unaware or uncaring of the missing pieces. 

A strum of the strings calms my heart. 

Oh, the wonder I once felt! 

Your melodies exploded with passion -- I savored it. 

Your transcendent words brought me dreams -- I never forgot. 

That beat up guitar helped me experience

The wonder you saw in life. 

It became a medium ambition. 

Perhaps I became something more...

Author's Note

This is not my favorite poem, but perhaps one of my more personal ones. A fun piece of prose dedicated to one of my biggest inspirations for writing.

Comments welcome, as always!