This sound,
This sound that so clearly reminds,
Me of you,
Has no voice,
Has no words,
Just a clue in a harmony
Of how you really feel for me
Stacatto strings meekly speak to me
The soft ntoes tell me everything
Played out on cold steel string
I don't need you to sing
And though I know every note
The words always stick in my throat
You play like we will but we don't
I don't have long just a few bars
To keep talking with these two guitars
The resonating melody is ours
And nothing else matters














Comments
Reminds me of R with the fenders.
Anyway - ntoes should be notes.
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