Strings

Echoing sounds in an echoing room
An empty man withers in the centre
So hollow his thoughts echo throughout him
Nodding to the melody of strings
His final hope
The guitar could give him the purpose he longs for
It sings to him
“Show me that you love me
And we’ll be alone together.”
The metallic growl of sound ruptures his fingers
And pain explodes with every note
But still on and on he goes
For the allure of the strings is too strong to dismiss
Its hollow body rumbles
And his hollowness resonates
Others have worth, skills and dreams
But a guitar is his one and only hope
It sings to him
“Show me your dedication
And we’ll be alone together."