There against the wall, waiting it seems
for desire, the will to speak.
Not the best of its kind, nevertheless,
the sounds it makes are sweet.
Need brought it here,
and then from the emptiness
of its body poured beauty.
Timeless ramble became signature
tempo, chord and song.
The restless, the lonely, the idealistic
held it, trusted it.
Trilling, and humming sweetly caressed
every emotion, every feeling, every passion.
And there it waits
It touches the human heart
tickles the mind and laughs
while crying silent tears.
Never without purpose: always
submissive, and willing and lovingly
open to momentary pause.
Circumstances bring changes,
and changes offer little greatness;
sometimes luring an overwhelming sorrow.
The guileless Syren, it awaits
dramas, tales of lovers flirting
with winds of chance.
Alas, embracing a quiet stillness,
this guitar, this beautifully crafted
instrument, remains useless;
floating, a mere speck of dust.
Copyright © 2013 Delbert H. Rhodes