There is a guitar inside you hear can you hear? The music of your thoughts listen The beats of your feelings The guitar of your heart... Playing Always playing Sometimes a sad note ... a musing tone sometimes Thoughts flit across thinking about roses and coffee Velvety soft... and dewy with blushes Sometimes the strings echo ...of faraway lands Lost memory lanes The past is deep... And so is its music It resounds Reaching the farthest corners of your life Yet the rhythm continues... Despite the echoes, ...