Composing
As I gently hold your rounded body
close to my chest you see through me to read
the tablature in my heart and feel the beat
emanating from it;
composing
involuntarily I shut my eyes
to braille read you with my calloused left hand finger tips
as it moves up and down the fret board
caressing your long giraffe neck;
composing
I sit there with you and hum
soulful melodies as my right hand strum
your tuned up strings and my left hand fretting
a progression of chords belonging
to the same key;
composing
you never say to me a word or two
yo never tell me you are tired
but when I have a song to do
I sit there with you
and hold you close to my chest,
Strum you, caress you and
you give a soulful melody with all your best;
composing
I sit there with you, compose songs
and sometimes cry on you
and sometimes smile to you
I fret you, I strum you
But you never say a word or two
You never tell me you are tired
I sit there with you and
hope that your strings will not break;
composing
Bojosi Ditshwele ©
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