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My Guitar Weeps Again...
My guitar weeps without refrain
again and again its melodic pain.
A pain so acutely profound
it can only be strummed by corded sound.
Sounds plucked to life
by gnarled hands knowing of strife.
Strife, brought about
by a love cruelly renounced.
Renounced and left forlorn
the player’s mastery brings the music forth.
Flowing forth the guitars voice has much to say
weeping its woes in this melodic way
A way that must be studied to be expound
yet it is spirit that creates the intrinsic sound.
Play for me my lovely
let the music flow solemnly.
Solemnly the highs and lows will say
the sorrows that my heart does not display.
Display? No, which is why my guitar weeps,
the hurt in engraved in my heart so deep.
Deep so deep it weeps yet again
and in its notes it calls out your name.
Gypsy Red
again and again its melodic pain.
A pain so acutely profound
it can only be strummed by corded sound.
Sounds plucked to life
by gnarled hands knowing of strife.
Strife, brought about
by a love cruelly renounced.
Renounced and left forlorn
the player’s mastery brings the music forth.
Flowing forth the guitars voice has much to say
weeping its woes in this melodic way
A way that must be studied to be expound
yet it is spirit that creates the intrinsic sound.
Play for me my lovely
let the music flow solemnly.
Solemnly the highs and lows will say
the sorrows that my heart does not display.
Display? No, which is why my guitar weeps,
the hurt in engraved in my heart so deep.
Deep so deep it weeps yet again
and in its notes it calls out your name.
Gypsy Red
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