The great escape
From the black and white keys
Was my Fender
Shiny and smooth
Never been used
Fingers on frets
Calloused and tender
Took flight to the strings
Imprinting my skin
Tuning from ear
Playing by heart
Ascending my dreams
To my Takamine
Crystal clear
In sound and conviction
Lyrics of soul
Leaving lips
Not kissed
Love not lost
Hope only tossed
To dogma days
And sultry ways
Of my Ovation
Acoustic nirvana
Standing up tall
And I had the gall
To write, to sing
Create the flow
Of beat and sweet
Surrendering all
That I am
~
Anthony gave us the opportunity to share our love of music today at dVerse.
My guitars of past and present are pieces of my life.
I would be lost without music.
mishunderstood 