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Itching fingers,
graceful strokes,
where will the notes go?
Only the song knows;
Pulsing, riveting,
amplified for effect;
the freestyle is created,
strummed by a guitar pick;
Scratching out chords
unable to stop,
he's on cloud 9
even among 1000 raindrops;
strings catch fire,
alive in his hands
the instrument knows;
A legendary song, Decadent!
With itching fingers,
graceful stokes,
Where will the song go?
Only the guitarist knows
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2006
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