Aural

These words I write rest, riff, repeat half and whole notes within. It vibratos, quavers, and resonants in your noggin. Strumming soberly on my-six standard snapped, worn and improvised heart strings. Chords tuned over life’s onerous tread Tightened and loosened in my head. Allowing residue if I transcribe attunement So, I reworded through musical arrangement Of neither trumpet-warning war to make ready Nor saxophone-uplifting gravity of anxiety But guitar, from my heart, playing my testimony. When reading, your experience's singalong in harmony