i picked up your guitar
saturday afternooni walked in and you were sleeping.
my audience of one,
making no sound
i paused, hands shaking.
just to see how it feels,
i picked up your guitar.
i have everything i need,
a hunger for applause
and a will to believe.
someone guiding my hands
i played your unfinished tune,
living my dreams for a moment
when I picked up your guitar.
© Jaydean Wszolek 2007