Guitar Plays (Beginner)

by Sami Bennett

a poem

The curves of my guitar,
nearly as fine as mine,
fit nicely in my arms.

As I strum my stringed-up drum,
I imagine my lovely lover’s eyes,
made jubilant by my exquisite music,
so I become an angel in the sky.
Into an unseen void I sing,
hoping to make up for time lost.
I hold this lady like a baby
and rock it to melt away the frost.

Don’t you worry, dear. Don’t you cry.
The world is huge and these hearts are small,
but that’s just so we’ve a chance to fly.