The curvy mahogany acoustic guitar.
I don’t know how to play the sweet lady yet.
Her curves beckon me to a tune.
And the sleeky sexy strings flirt with me.
This fiery beautiful musical woman without a name.
I can think of a dozen songs to play:
Anything by Bob Dylan
Some Velvet Underground signature strumming
Something I create about leaving home.
Met with frustration.
Challenged by discipline.
Faced with an empty space, she calls.
In time. In time. Patience.
The music remains in my thoughts.
The silence of an empty space.
Push on. One moment. One sound.