A guitar....
You think its a simple instrument that anyone can play..
the number of strings vary from types...
and you know what types of guitars there are...
{countless..}
But what a guitar [acoustic; classical] is to me..
It's my Life..
No other instrument can play me the way it does..
I feel every string picked,
every chord strung...
and every song played...
It drives me to tears..
It makes the sunset here even more beautiful...
it tells me who i am...
where i want to go...
where ive been...
who i want to be..
But...the guitar itself doesnt capture me.
its the person playing it...
******
I realized...
and remember everything that i knew i wanted in a guy..
everything i wanted to be...
everything i knew he would be..
and i see him playing...
and i beside him leaning on his shoulder...
listening to a love song he made for me...
he says that words can't describe the passion that burns in his heart..
the butterflies that make his body restless..
the pictures of me that are on every page of his heart..
..and the actual me...
that visits him in his dreams...
and i'm crying...
..because i feel every note he plays in the passion behind it all..
*****
.. i imagine sitting in a lustrous green plain...
...in the streets of Spain...
..in the cafe's of France...
both of us.. playing Peter White's
"Bullseye"..
people turning their heads at young couple...
expressing their hearts..
in a way never heard before...
