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Sonnet For a Guitar Player
I can hear the crowd clapping as you strum,
transfixed you open another portal;
With each note becoming more overcome
easily you take a piece of their soul;
Every single person captivated;
Without uttering one melodic sound
all five senses are left elevated,
eliminating the rest king uncrowned;
Improvisation colors every chord
held them in the palm of a jam session;
Swallowing every long extended sword,
transferred them to a solid progression;
Taking in pain and exhaling grandeur,
the tortured soul of a guitar player.
Copyright ©
Melani Udaeta
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