(I PLAYED HER)
THE MUSIC...
Acoustic Guitar RnB Instrumental- Staring At My J…: http://youtu.be/uw8u-kJZijA
I played her like a guitar...
Picked her up and plucked her strings and her notes rang out true and sweet.
I strummed her and she moaned, a sound that rocked me down to my tiniest bones.
Made me place her on my lap and caress the wood of her grain...
So in love with the expression.
The patterns of her formation.
She became my way of easing the pain and celebrating the joy.
Of filling the empty spaces in my life.
Sometimes she was the surface my tears fell upon...
Sometimes she was my way of controlling the anger I felt...
Got to work it out... This song... This song and I pick her up and start to play.
To reach into the nothingness and form a coherent stream of consciousness that makes people wonder at the beauty.
Wonder where it came from.
She my instrument of salvation in a world of ugly... A world of beauty... A world where our music sometimes seems to have soured.
I pick her up.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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