I run my hand
Against smooth, curved
Wood,
Nylon strings
Greet me as
A friend,
I bend my fingers,
Press against
My neck
Strum with
Nails grown long
Just for this
Purpose.
E has always
Felt like home to me;
I hum
Gentle, unsure at first,
Close my eyes
See notes dance,
Colors fading in and out
Blue, red, violet
Against the black
Sloping up, down,
Discover what is missing
In those chords,
Fill in the gaps.
Stronger, I sing
Words form
Unbidden,
Find hidden meaning
In the song
And I know
I'm not the greatest
(Or the worst)
But in this moment
I am held in this embrace,
I can taste
The music
Emanating,
And it
Carries me
Away,
Setting me free.
About the Creator
Bex Jordan
She/They. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
Profile photo by Román Anaya.
Instagram: @UmaSabirah
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Comments (1)
Really loved that, intimate moment with the instrument.