Guitar
I’ve been to many places
I’ve seen deserts, mountains, oceans and plains
I’ve weathered sun, rain, snow, and wind
I’ve traveled in train, car, bus, plane and boat
I hardly ever know what’s coming next
It’s all dark and then light— then follows a new unfamiliar sight
Often I am surrounded by new people, places and languages
Where are we now?
I know the hands of my player
I helped form the calluses on her hands
But many hands have played these strings
Sometimes the skilled hands of a man well-practiced
Sometimes the small, tender hands of a little girl plucking a single string
They are both delighted by the sounds that comes forth
Though the sounds are very different
In my travels I’ve seen many faces
Some are old and some are young
I hear loud singing and cheering
Accompanied by laughing and smiling faces
I see eyes closed and hands raised
In the midst of songs of admiration and praise
I’ve been in quiet rooms where the only sound
Is my melody and the silence of sorrow
There is one more place that I have been
But this place is harder to describe
It’s here and there all at once
But nowhere at the same time
It has less to do with an actual location
And more to do with who is there
I am not a living breathing thing
But when I am here… I am brought to life
The Maker of Music himself
He comes often
He loves listening
He dances
He brings words and melodies to life
And to the ones who are playing, singing and hearing them…
He is Life
