Musical smoke

I smoke my last guitar

swirling notes of sweet Havana fly

Blowing blue wisps to a distant star

Waning flat tones of cognac cry

Wafting frets while fingers do char

as the aroma of music drifts in a sigh

Dumping song's ashes in a jar

Glowing Cuban embers, evaporate and die

Reviews

[Neville]

I think this is as near perfect a mystery as I am going to stumble upon in a very long time .. the hidden depths are almost unfathomable .. and I like it so very much .. Neville

[Soren]

Thank you Neville for your most encouraging and kind words they are deeply appreciated.

[Neville]

My pleasure entirely .. Neville

[emmajoygreen]

Your words tell more than is given; if a face, would be enigmatic.. a hint.. mystery. Your words suggest secret, private thoughts awaiting acknowledgement. Another world suggested, musically come hithering!

[Soren]

Thank you Emmajoy, you have dug deep and found the ashes in the jar. So appreciate your kind words.