i picked up your guitar
saturday afternoon
i 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

Comments:
 
OneVoice   OneVoice wrote
on 7/13/2014 7:23:11 PM
Secret treasures lived within 'stilled moments' courting our 'private silence' are ones remembered. Beautifully captured

faithful_poet   faithful_poet wrote
on 2/27/2010 10:21:32 AM
That's beautiful! "Living my dreams for a moment"--yes!

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 12/9/2009 3:02:32 AM
Nice and imaginative piece here. I can see the guitar and your playing it.

Warriorprincess55   Warriorprincess55 wrote
on 6/2/2009 6:30:36 AM
A very beautiful, meaningful and heartfelt piece of work you have here. Great job!

WAN   WAN wrote
on 6/2/2009 4:11:06 AM
wow this a very nice poem. Emotional...:)

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