An Acquaintance Strikes A Chord

He broke his old guitar

He couldn't make it sing

The strings had grown so worn

They made his fingers bleed

Soon after the event

He made an acquaintance

His fingers bled as well

Forming scabs that never healed

Would you play a song for me

Some wilting melody

That drifts of where the sunflowers

To some far away country

Won't you play a song for me

With words that push pins

They stick into my heart

And bleed out resonance



These songs are all asleep

They lay dormant inside me

This vacant recitation

I can't resuscitate them



Won't you play a song for me

Let the words escape your mouth

Scream out what you've lost

In song it will be found



He broke his old guitar

He smashed it on his bed post

Where he used to dream of lovers

Kissing his forehead



Good morning