Hands on her guitar

.

Oh delicate fingers playing such charming chords,

Feverishly striking strings, making a last stand,

A soft, melodious voice is blaring out words

That, no matter my efforts, I can’t understand,

All this sound, sweat and blood, together starts blending,

In a fervent potion, powerful elixir,

Affecting every soul, working as a fixer

For dreams of past deeds forgiven and heart mending,

Loud heartbeats, ragged breaths fill up the void around,

And roam upon the earth, free of everyone’s mind,

The old vengeful spirits of regrets left behind,

As music keeps playing and feelings are unbound.

Timeless echoes that still, to us, so much bequeath,

Have the strange power our emotions to unsheath.

.

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