As I pluck the string of my guitar
While I pat my feet to its sound
Letting my fingers flexible like no bone are made into it
The guitar sung like mystery lady
Who can disappear like fog
But my sound stay longer
Longer to make people dance
Yes, some fall for it
And some cry, the tears of joy
I remind them about their times
Yeah, there moments in time
Intimacy the hard
The song played on background that day
There memories are vivid with my sound
Could it be I am great guitarist
Or maybe my veins runs with sorrow
I don’t utter a word but they relate my feelings while I pray to their moments
My guitar
Before plucking
Its silent and blank
Like plain paper without words
It’s my duty to paint and charge atmosphere
But I keep wondering
If what they feel is hatred or joyness
Because I my self I don’t enjoy it
I don’t know why I keep playing
I don’t know why I bleed deep down while playing it
It reminds me
Someone who cherished it
Someone I cherished
But now, here I’m busy playing it
Can someone tell me to stop
Because once I start playing it reminds me of that person 😭