This Old Guitar


I close my eyes
and begin to strum
each note I play
feels as if I'm searching for a rhythm
to call my own

I keep playing
this old guitar
with no destiny in mind
only the now
and my soul
plucking each string
until there's a meaning to this noise

Soon
a song comes
from the melodic melancholy
of my fingers
and this old guitar
not a cloud in sight either
just the sun
and music

It's not necessarily perfect
but it is a day
unlike most others
and for that
I sing
as I keep playing
this old guitar