Thursday, February 16, 2017


Like a blind man gingerly feeling his way
down the neck of one he adores
I put out the light and plaintively play
as passion engorges my pores

I fret without worrying where I am
my ear boldly taking the lead
it's such a release to aimlessly jam
while learning I don't really need

to solely rely upon my eye
when picking my way through the scales
and then I coax my baby to cry
as winter wind woefully wails.


Anonymous said...

An odd rhyme, yet well scribed

rch said...

Lol it's a guitar player thing 🎸😎