I find warmth in the soothing sound
of an acoustic guitar.
The lilting, soothing melodies
caress the air
and reverberate in my cold bones.
Warmth spreads throughout
as the music brings peace and serenity
to an otherwise chaotic world.
As my fingers follow a melody of their own my mind drifts to a better place,
a reprieve from the things
from which I can't escape.
11.2.2015
YOU ARE READING
between the lines.
Poetryto learn who a person really is you need to look between the lines. "between the lines" is a collection of poetry, streams of consciousness, and other ramblings that serve as little keyholes into my mind.
