Classical Guitarist
You perch on a low stool
of my presence unmindful,
guitar cradled on your lap,
fingers each string loving.
While you delicately pluck,
mesmerizing, hypnotizing,
with slow, flowing arpeggio,
my heartstring you touch.
Who are you to affect me so,
just what kind of magic spell
you put me helplessly under?
'Moonlight Sonata' on tremolo,
'Gone With The Wind', play!
'Chariots of Fire' galloping
right deep inside my brain.
As the night comes to a close
you make me desire for more -
seduced, intrigued and raised
to the clouds to stay right there.
A guitar you turn into a slave
to touch a chord in the soul.
(Inspired by Liona Boyd)
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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