Six strings - poem- poetry

 

Each string

An infinite melody,

The set of six so united

But, without touching each other

As they followed different routes,

Different ways.

The Guitar

That magical wooden instrument

Guide and build dreams

In which thoughts are consumed

For melancholic and happy rhythms

you fly to the top,

you land on the lowest.

Your body floats as if it were

A star in the sky,

Your body lies down

Which sprayed fresh.

Your sighs are

The perfect beat

For these six strings

Sing

And join dreams.