My Musical Counterpart
Hands glaze across the crafted wood
to pluck each bronze wound string.
Reverberating sounds so good
I lift my voice and sing.
I coast my fingers down and strum;
each soulful chord rings out.
If I've no words I simply hum;
Sometimes with joy I shout!
I feel immortal as I play;
the instrument held tight.
It's beauty takes my breath away
as it gleams in the light.
This music-maker's been my friend
through many lonesome tears.
Our relationship will never end;
I've loved it for many years!
**Guitar**
By Deb Wilson
for contest"Sound Madness"
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