This Empty Guitar
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For Mel
A black Stetson waits in your chair
Dust now follows sunbeams in the air
Life's lessons remain in this place
Death's reach can't erase your face
Smoke rings and laughter linger here
Ghostly melodies drift where they dare
Distant guitar strings echo and cry
Trapped, untouched now...where they lie
A bird's song gets lost in the breeze
Love's magic...fades in dreams
Songs we sang before, haven't changed
Souls however, seem re-arranged
Oh, won't you please join me again
Let your wondrous music begin
This empty guitar and silence...an odd pair
A black Stetson waits in your chair
(c) Donna Jones
Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2016
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