Some feelings I couldn’t keep
so I reached for the guitar
hoping it could help me weep
But nothing came
no pain
no remorse
just monotonous chords
making the silence worse
My fingers froze
I looked outside the window
a red rose
in full bloom
and something struck me again
the way grief does
without warning
My fingers hovered
like someone waiting
on a memory lane
for a person who no longer comes
Then briefly
she appeared
smiled and said she had found her match
only her fading face
was mine to catch
And then the fingers moved
It wasn’t the guitar that couldn’t hold
it was my hands
just sweat
no harmony
only tuneless music
like this life
I once knew how to live
Someone next door
was singing
high and bright with joy
Maybe they were right
maybe I was wrong
But between the frets
between the chords
between the tuning
and the off-tuning
there is something
I haven’t reached yet
I couldn’t play now
I couldn’t before
Not with feeling
not with anything
that is truly mine
The guitar rests
so do I
But the heart
still holds
what I couldn’t pour



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