Acoustic Players Solo Duet

Steel strings all new, in tune and all set. Strung on a Taylor all gleaming and new, such a beautiful piece of art, ready to be strum and make that wooden buck hum.

It vibrates a tune meant to be a duet all perfect from fret to fret. Her chords meant for two is now nothing more but a solo of the blues. Each note played close masking it's lonely melodies is now just a solo that was meant for two.

When it's heard played it sounds perfect and all fine. The strum of the Taylor tries to numb and dull out the pain from the lack of another in soul and mind, for what should be a duet is nothing more but a solo 5 string absent duet. 

I miss read the notes and confused all the bars. Trying to impress my partner, my cheerleader of all time but blind to the fact that I never played the lead when I should have without her plead.

Rather then creating notes of Faith, Hope and Love I created anger and hurt to rise above. Nothing I could undo or take back without regret. It's to late for the notes I had put down cant be undone have now sealed my fate. I shouldn't have left and kept gone all so long. I disliked confrontation and knew this was wrong.If I had stayed I could have prevented her from playing her fight song.

Where music once played from my heart to touch her soul that brought love and bond closer with each song of old is now replaced by lyrics that haunt an empty cavern of fine shard splinters. Previously home to the rhythm of her beating heart, now lays dormant churning out screams of the solo meant to be a duet perfect from fret to fret.

Seasons have passed, come and gone and the Taylor still sits in my arms. A beautiful piece of art with new strings strung waiting to be strum and make her buck hum.