mr guitar man

“Notes and chords have become my second language and,  
more often than not, that vocabulary expresses what I feel  
when language fails me.”—Larry Burkett  
 
his strings have more to say  
     than his pursed lips ever did  
          i sit and watch him play,  
               for the talent that he hid:  
                    superiorer in silence than in sound.  
 
                    his fingers are his tongue,  
               and his strings the orator,  
          whose words are fiercely strung  
     like a guileless praedator,  
inferiorer than harm, yet so profound.  
 
his brows an open book,  
     you could read his question marks;  
          his exclamations took  
               him, sometimes, to places dark,  
                    interiorer than where deep secrets slept.  
 
                    his tears, a limpid brook  
               in a sizzling summer clime;  
          his eyes could no more look  
     up or down, in space or time,  
anteriorer or hinder, as he wept.  
 
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by Clyve A. Bowen♫