Who is the guitar? <br />Who is the player? <br /> <br />One thing I am sure about <br />I never played with a <br />Missing wires <br />Or unadjusted <br /> <br />Acoustic guitar! <br /> <br />I do not even try! <br /> <br />So lady go and adjust yourself, <br />Your wires, <br />Your bolts, <br />Your springs, <br />Your hands <br />And check the oil if it needs <br />To be changed. <br /> <br /> <br />Everything looks <br />Like <br />A musical chaos. <br /> <br />But, <br />Sometimes <br />It comes to my feelings: <br /> <br />An acoustic guitar <br />Without <br />Wires <br />Is like messaging the skin <br />Of a drum. <br /> <br />So lady, <br />Tune into yourself <br />Than tune in me, <br />So we can <br />play together <br />A symphony <br />Starting from a primitive smiling ritual <br />To a civilized hungry angry love.<br /><br />Atef Ayadi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acoustic-guitar/
