I.
Among a sea of musicians,
a lead guitarist always stands out.

II.
A vessel of rebellion,
protest, resistance,
a scream against the injustices of the world.

III.
The wail and scream of the solo,
the roar and crash of the riff
obsolete
without each other.

IV.
An addiction: practice, improve, perform.
The drive to haul yourself up
to the level of your idols
sets you apart.

V.
An escape, a refuge, a sanctuary of the mind
where thinking is optional.

VI.
A challenge ingrained with the vast history
of all who rocked before:
shredders, thrashers, and strummers.

VII.
To play well
is inconsequential.
To play without apparent effort
is monumental.

VIII.
When I play, I feel alive.
Nothing can replace that.

IX.
A life cut short.
The guitars cry in sorrow for lost brothers.

X.
A guitar
is insignificant.
A guitar and an inspiration
can change the world.