SPANISH GUITAR by Thad Buckley
Alone on stage
Small reflections from the aisle lights
Highlight her polished brown skin.
I walk to my chair
Take her in my arms.
I touch her strings
She barely whispers sounds
Like a lover
Her lips to my ear.
My fingers pluck, and pick, and strum
She responds with sounds from deep within,
I hear and feel,
Deep inside my soul.
We become one, soaring through the heavens,
Loving where we are.
Too soon, it ends
The applause begins.
I hold her close, wishing she could hear.
My gift was only the song,
But hers was the magic of the music.