Who's Your Daddy?

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. - Thoreau

I want to be blessed with euphony.

Plucking carnivorous strings.

Oh please dear Lord.

Let my fingers sing.

Grant me this one thing.

Perhaps some timeless blues.

For you, my steadfast muse.

Make the notes burn like melodious napalm.

As I play you a syncopated psalm ...

Author's Note

"Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it." - Thoreau

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Thank you for reminding us all to step WAY outside the dots & refresh a scene with a dose of napalm! *wink! wink!* Gotta love how the pic & words jive. When I watch some hot guitarist burn up the strings, I always ask God to let me write like that person plays! I ALWAYS pray that! This is very inspiring & it evokes strong feelings (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Pete]

i think i'll have to settle for "air-guitar" for now - just pray that i don't do it in my underwear (*wink! wink!* as you say). we can't go wrong if we're doing what we love. thank you margie as always ... :)

[John the Baptist]

Carnivorous strings, melodious napalm, syncopated psalm. Pete, I haven't seen such imaginative images in a long while. If you should pluck such strings, check your fingers afterward. You may qualify for a different glove size.

[Pete]

lol! it doesn't cost anything to dream huh? oh well - i could always just keep playing air guitar & praying to my father in heaven. thank you so much j. the b. do you know a good place i could pick up a pair of custom fit gloves? ... :)

[John the Baptist]

For the purpose you have in mind, you probably could get a deal from any place that sells prosthetic devices.

[Pete]

lol. maybe they could give me a package deal including everything else i need as i age ... :)