This guitar you handed down,
Shapes music like a lighthouse.
Acoustic memory,
You’re tuning through the keys.
From where you are you amplify,
the song that’s calling me.
These same strings your fingers played,
Connect me to the words you say,
Because life’s foot is on my neck,
Your voice says “sing, until it’s dead.”
“The life you had was a cage”, you said.
“Sing Sweetie. Heart and mind are syncing,
This tower that you built is strong,
And this is gonna hurt,
So sing.
Sing through pain.
Because waves can’t take your breathe away.
Let the sound crash through,
Now that nothing takes from you.
Where your going you don’t need walls,
They never supported you at all.”
Still I’m sitting inland,
And I belong at sea.
“Sing Sweetie.
You shine when you have trimmed the wick,
That’s how you find your reasonance.
Your life is hidden in music.
Face it.
That’s your self healing circuit.”