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Guitar of your heart

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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,
                               Your tears,
                                                your smiles

Listen now
                  Do you hear?

Whose fingers are these
That dance upon these strings
Where did he learn such chords
Chords of harmony
Chords of discord
Peace and chaos?



The guitar of your heart
Why don't you play it?
Who plays if I don't, you say
Well,
Play it when it is yours
First find the guitar
It is back there behind some cobwebs
Locked deep down the basement of your heart
Go down there with a light
And there in a corner,
               dark,
                         dark corner
You'll hear it
Somebody playing
Someone hidden...
Everything else is so dusty
Everything so old
But he is so fresh
He looks into your eyes
He is your better half
Your twin whom you lost
in the deceit of the world
In the meanderings of the half lit streets...
Oh now you realize
You never really lost him
He lived there in your heart always
Only you forgot he existed....
It is his guitar anyway
The guitar of his heart
And if you find him
It will be yours too
Till then try to listen


Can you?
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