5. September 2015
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Musical love
Slowly I start to pull the strings,
This soft tone quietly rings,
It takes me somewhere far away,
To others it seems, that I just play.
But right in my dreams,
The notes come in streams,
Easy and delightful, careful but steady,
And as the chorus kicks in, I start to feel ready.
The sweet melody picks up more pace,
The tones hall through the bodys inner space,
They become rougher, louder,
But soon their sound turns into powder.
With my fingers I trace over the wood,
It will stay with me forever, bad or good,
Others may only see the object,
For me it's the best friend, I could never reject.
It offers distraction and comfort, more, than anyone ever could,
It provides me with confidence, more, than someone ever would.
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Dedicated to the love of my life, aka my old Fender western-guitar named Taylor. This is my love letter for you :)
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