Shy Guitar

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Looking from a gentle blue curtain,
movements frozen from view.
Unmoving like a patient mullein,
your skin losing its golden brown hue.

You gave birth to all my frustrations,
still modest in all your ways.
Turned them into inspirations,
hiding from the crowds prying gaze

Mornings and dawns bewilder our passion,
our voices transcend all exasperated demos.
Songs about loss, life, triumph, love and affection,
no walls thick enough to muffle our echoes.

Notes, chords, and melodies of existence,
the life of each song hangs on each strum.
Worn out lines on your nervous endurance,
to come out from your hidden worried chasm.

the picture was taken from Kelvin of kelvinonian.com