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)