How Beguiling the Sound

A guitar sits upon a stand,
a yearning melody imbibed in every grain of wood,
and strings still in taught abeyance,
implore a master’s hand to soothe its ill.
Sated notes of past refrains linger in memory,
and silence a cruel and painful plight,
for music is its blood surging,
its very part in life.
As hands delicately choose its stillness,
to find a solace within its frets and strings,
fingers straighten its loss of tune,
and bring it to a pleasing bell-like ring.
Then in hunched intimate stance,
held as if in a deep romance,
notes soar into the ether, like doves released,
melodies chiming in glorious lilting peace.
And as the master’s eyes close,
the joy of sound saturates his now arisen demeanour,
and music of the angels fills his heart,
hands and strings in one voice impart a love so deep.
And on the air, the dry and silent air,
those notes soar into highs unknown,
and ears so beguiled, listen intently
to the love in a heart so enamoured of life.
Music, oh music so emotive and captivating,
how a heart transforms with but a touch,
and a mind surrenders to a hearts outpouring,
when music instructs a love to sound.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Oh how I love guitar music. My son writes his own music and has played guitar since he was three years old. His music is captivating and so relaxing for me. Music has a heart and soul of its own. I love this verse, Tony. Well done.
I love music too and studied guitar from the age of twelve. The music industry was my career for many years: in bands, as a music publisher, a studio owner and writer of TV and radio commercials. I left it only because of family demands, my kids taking priority. Its a demanding life. So pleased you enjoyed the work.
Wonderful poetry with poetic strains of guitar music heard in the air.
Thank you Rasma, so pleased you enjoyed it. take care.