Life of a guitar


Into the depths of a vast ocean
to a world with a beautiful selection.
From wood to steel
copper to nickel
whilst hanging with no motion.
Endless amounts of joy emerge
when sounds project
almost like an electric surge.
Thus mind in captivation
after having been selected.
Chosen to be the one
to create that special projection.
The saddles tremble
and coils pull
a magnetic barrier
is now in motion.
A current pushes and strings haul
whilst the phalanges shift.
Expressing warmth and
sensibility for conditions.
Bringing those from the lowest of lows
to the highest of highs.
The disturbed
and the beaten.
The dead and the living
in one place at once.
It all just started with one pick
to create a beautiful projection called
music.

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