The Sound

The Sound
The sound, the rhythm, the smooth melody
Rise, fall, Together, Music
The music moves, through the air, alive, feeling, and growing
A perfect embodiment to peace, perfection Is the sound of the guitar

Of the voice Of the lyrics It's the music that fills me, it can bring me alive as a puppet is made by their master
Music holds my strings, and folds me, breaks me, moves me
Swirling in the air around me, infusing me with it
Each song and I have a meaning
Each piece of the perfect composition a dedication to life In the notes you hear

You hear Grace I move with it, it moves me and I in return it
I am lifted and dropped as the strings bend and tense
The rise, the fall, the tools of the architect of perfection
The beat, changing my heart, the speed, the sensation magnificent
As I close my eyes the notes move in the darkness
The guitar no longer an instrument, but an entity The voice a heartbeat, something needed, something yearned for.