My Guitar Made me Weep
one day i was sitting in my room staring at this screen. this screen i look at every day that seems to eat my mind. suddenly i heard a noise, a voice or so it seemed. a moving sound filled my room and i was struck with sudden surprise.
i looked over from my computer, and what was it i saw? my guitar was singing! it grew legs and arms, and stood there like it was john lennon. he was on top of the world or so it seemed. with my jaw open i watched in amazement.
do you know what he did next? he turned on my pa. he sang into my microphone, and hooked himself up to the amp. magically he made his strings play the melody of which he sang. needless to say i was impressed, and jealous to say the least.
my guitar had only been alive for a few short moments, and he already sang and played better then i ever could. maybe i could ask him, or was it a her? it's voice seemed to sound as any voice it chose perhaps i could ask my guitar whatever gender it be, to join my band and sing with me upon the golden stage.
i went closer and listened intently. the words were full of passion. i didn't want to interupt so i waited till he was done. i said that was beautiful and he knew the words were true. my tears were pouring down like rain, he sang the song of my heart. how did you know? i asked.
"i am you" he said. i am the fire in your soul, and i am the tears you hold. i am your potential, and i am the heart inside. i have always been here, but you never cared to listen. for many years i've sat and watched you, and many years i've been trying to escape from this lifeless being i've been. i've seen your sorrows, and i've felt the pain when you play. every note you sing, i've let seep into my strings. after years of waiting i took in enough to take this form you see"
so my guitar is me. has it always been this way? my soul seeped in through my fingers and took on a life of there own. now what next? will my keyboard learn to dance? my other two guitars start to sing? will my drumset beat me on the head and tell me when i'm foolish? i wonder of all the things that can become of me. i wonder all the things that i can be if somehow i've become a guitar.
being a guitar doesn't seem so bad, but it seems a little painful. when all day long some one grabs your neck and tickles you with a pick. it seems interesting to think of being a guitar, maybe i should ask my guitar exactly how it feels. if he is me, shouldn't i already know? but i think it's a part of me that left, and seeped into his soul. so now my guitar is a part of me, but detatched at the same time. so now that part of me has become him making a whole new life.
i dont know why i tell these things. no one will believe. but maybe one of you will understand the writer that i be. for yes perhaps i did lie, my guitar it does not dance. but in my mind i see it, and a story thus has made. so criticize all you want, but my guitar is dancing as we speak. all i need it to close my eyes and see it's silly legs and how it dances while it sings!
