vibrates
filters
bends
echoing internally
until it frees itself amongst the air.
Rhythm breaks into stride
fingers find a voice upon the wire held tight by a fretted frame.
My mind escapes
finding it's breath
as notes and time bounce around the room
a smile is found.
The beat moves
past thoughts and into unbounded delight
melodies unfurl.
My finger move without thought
falling into well worn patterns
melting into the groves on the rosewood.
I am in my happy place.
2012
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