The Guitar

              The Guitar

Eager chords of anticipation hum through me
As you confidently lift the lid of my case.
I quickly blink in the daze of your light,
Smiling softly.

The gentle brush of your fingertips,
The welcoming light in your eyes,
Stir a chorus of melodic memories,
Intertwining me once more in your magic.

Lovingly, you lift me to you,
Cradling me in your lap.
I feel your strong arms, your firm touch,
Around my neck, around my frets, around my body.
         
The quickening beat of your heart,
And your coaxing patience flow
As you play with me,
Fine-tuning my strings.

Satisfied with my cooperation and readiness,
You smile, and then give me the serious look,
A look of promise and fulfillment,
As we work together to become one.

Committing myself completely,
I focus on you,
Aware of every nuance of your touch,
Sensing it almost before you think it.

Your fingers caress my strings,
Strumming me in perfect rhythm.
Transposing the notes in your head to me
As I resonate in vibrant sound.

Grazioso and legato,
The song takes shape;
Triads and 7th Chords weave together,
Euphonies of trills fill the air.

Your dexterity and style, your skills and technique,
Evident in your every breath
Reflect your musicality and utter dedication,
Raising me to new heights.

Sliding to another note,
You keep firm pressure on my fretboard,
Your hammer-ons, your pull-offs
Stroking me to perfection.

Poco a poco, accelerando
Appassionato, tenuto,
Music is in us,
Our opus, but a segue to our joined souls.