In the Studio With Dave

Ten guitars line the wall A rack of six, a rack of four Standing sideways to me while Proudly facing me, two more Making the point that this was a Place of music, joy, creative pain Emphasised by the lyrics of A broken daisy chain, Another a song of A life over too soon The only expressed regret of How he would miss the moon. Music flowing over me As I sit with half closed eyes Sinking into the mood Unaware of time flowing by. Twelve guitars stand watching Making me aware This is a place of music Of crafting, loving care. I think they still watched me As we closed the door Wishing there had been time To listen to so much more.