To a Guitarist

by

Rick Bandy

for Jerry Palmer

Heartbreak and humor etched on your face
Gently, tenderly caressing strings
Your guitar gives voice to your heart
Singing of flatlands and dry longings
Head down, eyes closed you hear
Melodies from distant halls
Wrapped in inner silence you give
Naught but your answer to their call
Rivulets of notes falling quietly
Autumn gray rain in forest mist
Quenching parched saddened souls
The hardness melts, unclenched fist.

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