That silent guitar
Updated: Mar 29, 2021
Silently, it lays. Strings out of tune. Nothing brings life, Neither sun, nor moon.
Skin has lost luster, Lies yellow and pale Crawlers adorn the gaps leaving tiny trails.
Discordant, it lays. Its melody is gone. Yet the string’s might wait for the dawn.
Silence is relentless. This wait is endless. For touch of those fingers, for warmth of that caress.
Dusted and dying , Lay music inside. With broken hopes, it laid, when last night it cried.