A Summer Chord
- Nov 3, 2023
- 1 min read
A single guitar string shatters the caverns of silence,
Frigid like the dawn of a winter’s day.
Another,
Quick in succession,
Complementary and alone.
He inhales, nostrils flaring
A melancholy draws in his eyes.
He is lost in many summers past,
A rosehipped breeze carrys his chord
D.
C#..
As he looses his breath his fingers answer,
Each note caresses the air around him
A, F#m, Bm7, B
He is wrought with memory and channels it through his song
Like clockwork he moves,
Ritenuto legato to cantablle.
He closes his eyes as he accosts his instrument,
Pure love, pure perfection.
Every note a moment of his soul,
Released.
As his eyes open he sees the summer all around him.
The burn of incense, the laughter and merriment.
He drinks it in and the vision grows stronger, ignited by his melody.
And he can relive the moment.
One more time.
Diminuendo.
As the closing notes soften and sing,
They soothe and bless.
A true magic, a sensual fulfilment.
A dream caught within an assonance.
Before he lays the medium to the ground he sighs
He runs a scale,
G
He pauses,
He ends with a cadence to Em.
There she’ll stay.
A secret, forever.