Poem -

Your Guitar

Your Guitar

Your Guitar gently weeps
It speaks to me of honeyed halcyon days by the shore
Of how the water cries
And the wind caresses her throbbing breast.

Your guitar speaks to me of distant days when we lay in the haze of sun tinged rocks 
Dangling our toes in icy waters

Your guitar calls out to the myriad starry beings above us
And invites them to dance through the heavens
Serpents of Silver winding their way to the Gods

She talks to me of Seville in September 
Morocco in December 
And Andalucia in Spring
Her many notes recounting long lost days.

Oh sweet Beloved Music
Which tumbles through the ether creating worlds
How blessed am I to know you 

You caress my mind
Your 6 strings create magic
Beauty unsurpassed
You shower me with never ending melodies 

Oh sweet box of Rosewood
How much I love thee
For thou createst worlds
Which set me free.  

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Nigel Cresswell...

Oh, DD, I have only just found this masterpiece. I absolutely love this. I know many guitarists and you have encapsulated their love for their favourite rosewood boxes perfectly. Some also like steel....a good Dobro..
I am now going to look for old friends on youtube and listen to what love of a guitar can do.
I'd love to hear you play DD.
I hope you've found some woods.
Nigel

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Djangos Daughter

Dearest Nigel, many thanks for your kind words. Music really is the one thing that soothes the tortured brow.  I'm still in my lighthouse by the sea. Visit woods for green respite and to reconnect with nature though. I hope all is well with you and you found some entrancing music to listen to. DD x

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Edward Williams

Damn i love the feeling of playing a guitar you captured that emotion really great .loved it

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Djangos Daughter

Hi Edward 
Thanks so much for your feedback. Glad you enjoyed it. DD x

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