The sleek wood
Is beautiful.
The vibration
From the steel
Is heavenly.
Together,
Or as one,
It's intoxicating.
My head grows
Unclear and
Unconscious
As the melody
Comes out
and invades
The air.
I'm not
Conscious
Anymore.
I'm away
For as long as
The song goes
On.
Eyelids barely
Open,
My fingers
On fire,
Nothing is
As beautiful
As this.
The harmony
Sneaks through
And makes it's way
Past the strings.
Ears tune to
Listen,
As the room
Drops conversation.
Eyes are not on
Me,
For I am not
There.
I'm elsewhere,
Far away.
Lost in the heart
Of the music.
The music stops
And the room comes
Back,
Everyone else
Is there.
The song subsides
And applause is
Heard,
Until the vibration
Begins
again.
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PoetryThis book is seriously emotional and contains my thoughts and feelings when I need to let them out. Those who can't handle emotional things, should leave...ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ON ME ALRIGHT!? ANY DUPLICATION, YOU'LL BE PROSECUTED. SERIOUSLY.
