My Guitar

I have no thoughts now,

of the outside world,

it is neither cold or warm,

it is neither day or night,

nothing has meaning for now,

I am strumming,

for hours it seems,

I have been strumming,

I have been picking,

against the steel strings,

cradling my guitar,

it is my morphine,

what takes all pain away,

when I play nothing matters,

not what or how,

when or where I play,

I am playing my feelings,

the melody is slow and graceful,

like a peaceful morning in the summer,

I am lost in my mind with this,

this beautiful piece of art,

my guitar and I are one,

my mind and finger touch the strings,

and harmony between the three,

fill my ears with joy and satisfaction,

this is my voice calling out,

are you listening?