As I grip my pick
I can feel its power coursing through me
enabling me to do anything
empowering me to be anything
As I pick up my guitar, feeling the heft
and put the strap across my shoulder
I can feel its weight,
almost digging the strap into my shoulder,
but yet it is sort of reassuring.
It is as if my guitar can speak to me,
saying, "It's okay, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
As I play, I soak myself in the sounds of my own music,
and I am consumed by the magic which pulsates forth from the vibrating strings.
And when I sleep at night,
I look over at my guitar,
And I think of what I am going to play tomorrow.....
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