Sep
11
I can see you in my mind
as I close my eyes
a world away,
playing your guitar
endlessly practicing
those same few bars
the look on your face is utter
concentration
(you don’t know that I am watching)
but I am
I am watching from my chair
in the basement
as I drift off toward sleep
you flub one of the notes
and start again
your red fingernails float
across the frets as you press on
the song is always the same
yet I could listen to you play
through the ages
because it is your song
and for me it is always new
