Your Guitar

Notes crescendo
in sparkling bursts
of clashing rhythms
leaving me breathless.

Words drift up
from your fingertips
and I see your pain
as your shoulders rise
with the music,
your chest heaves
with the beat.

Each chord
beckons and breathes
and I wonder
why you ever speak at all
when you scream
so loudly
when you play.

~Patience

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