In Through The Indoor

The fingers caressed the strings
worked the neck and frets up and down
the hallowed body crisped the sounds
played on by the candlelight

This is the instrument that colored my world
my best friend on bleak looking days
made friends that never would have been
sanity's provider and even a healer

When that was not adequate
the bass or the electric was pursued
I could thrash, gesture, and prance
exercising inner demons

Secured a spot with like minded rockers
teachers one and all
even stretched vocal chops
house band of the district we could boast

Still missing was a vitality
even with appearance of the greatest skill
an intimacy of instrument and player
could bring temporary salvation

The life force that was you
flavored my world in resplendent color
at a time when I thought such a treasure impossible
a salve with a physical nature and intended permanence

So wherever you may be now
a love to be renewed or not quite yet born
though not blinded by the contours of idyllic eros
the door is open for you stay indefinitely