Listening to a classical Guitarist Christopher Parkening who was inspired to continue to play after playing 90 concerts a year in his twenties and burned out before his thirties. Then taking three years off he was listening to Bach and his quote "Aim and final reason of all music is none else but the glory of God."
You make love to your guitar.
Both hands caressing it.
Where the strings run from
the top of the headstock,
down the long neck
and into the saddle.
Intimately fingering it's full body.
You come at it from so many different angles
to produce such pleasure,
and you tease the strings to cry out
with crescendo-ed swells.
AH......
Bach!
Deeply beautiful...on my dial-up PC I could not enjoy the music but your poem is righteous! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing (I love the discovery of old post which somehow get lost)...mine do...