Sitting
listening,
typing
your cords match my heart
and you don't even try
the tears that pour down my face
are matched by the wails of your guitar.
The melody moves with my mind,
your fingers guide my thoughts,
the harmony matches the tones of life
and just listen, your song matches life.
soft and growing louder, and now the deep
solemn tones mourn with me over nothingness,
like a sleepers dream, fading in the cold light of day
your melody is comforting, it gently caresses a tear
and holds on tight, like a dreamer to a nights gentle flight.
So play on, match mood, play your song.
