Strum me a lullaby
to keep my mind at ease
Hold each note as it cries
till I begin to sleep
Each note is a story
pressed and released in time
Hold each fret in its glory
Move it slightly up or down. Devine
Play it soft and tender
as if it will sigh
Play it strong with no surrender
releasing pressure inside
You are in control
Releasing and with holding
My soul with a note
Take me to a place
Only you can
My maestro
My Man
A touching tribute to music and musician. This may be the best compliment that a guitar player could ever expect. A feeling of peace and satisfaction is elicited in me.
Thank you, Jim;))
When I’m practicing guitar a little later, I’ll play you a few bars. 😉
Aww thank you;))
In G I’m thinking. 😉
Maybe on a minor key?
Oh my… Choices. lol
Excellent poem, Fia.
Thank you, Tim
Now that was a song all on its own!
Thank you, Willow ;)) <3
Oh, my–are you talking to me? I’m being silly, of course. I’ve been playing guitar for a long time, so these words have special meaning. I love the image of this damsel being moved by the sound of the strings. Who knows what will happen at intermission?
Oh Sam… Intermission is where the stories are created. Thank you
This flows like a melody. Great piece Fia.
Thank you so much ;))
Very nicely poemed Ma’am .. Neville
Thank you, Neville;))
Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! I always loved this one, cuz. Excellent write. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you so much Damian;))