Your Guitar

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You strum your guitar like I breathe.
You hit chords like the sun sets.
An effortless beat of the eagle’s wing;
The powerful beat of a horse’s heart.
Your symphony an echo against the walls of my mind,
A reverberation of perfection.
Your fingers holler secrets
In a language only I can understand
—Because the no one knows to see with their ears
And listen with their eyes.
You create layers of sound
As you dance with the fabrics of acoustics.
The sound waves crash at my feet
As I look out into your ocean of song.
You pass me an intangible Note under their unseeing eye,
Because our song is always beating against the Drum in my ear.





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