Soar

Each time I pick up this guitar,

I experience a joy beyond measure.

I carefully pluck each string,

treating each sound like a treasure.

Gradually, I pick up the pace.

Speeding up, creating a melody.

Stumbling here and there, still learning.

While playing, I feel serenity.

I pick at more strings, tap a few beats,

changing techniques, and following my heart.

Exploration is my middle name, it's what I do.

This is something that can never be torn apart.

I may not know the chords,

I may not know the beats.

But what I do know is this,

This guitar is sweet.

I've moved from instrument to instrument,

I've done drums, piano, recorder and guitar.

I can't play most music, haven't gotten many lessons.

The recorder is the only one I really know so far.

I've visited the drums a few times,

Got the beat, learned the rhythm.

Although, I just can't truly feel it. It's not me.

But Ringo Starr certainly has it with him.

I know a few keys on the piano,

Can't play a true full song,

But I can sing while playing,

And yet it still feels wrong.

I've played the recorder as a child,

I have three years of practice as proof,

but sometimes it just feels like a chore.

The recorder doesn't make me feel very aloof.

So, here I sit, with this guitar, strumming notes.

I can play forever without knowing the time.

I just get mesmerized by the sweet sounds.

While playing, I've come up with this rhyme.

"As long as I play this guitar,

the world no longer matters to me.

It's just me and this wooden instrument.

Creating my own little melodies."

Sometimes I like to mimic other players,

Attempt to play their songs,

But I still don't know the notes,

I play by sound, but not for long.

Someday, I'll learn all the chords,

With more practice, I'm sure I can play.

This little wooden friend, this guitar,

It won't be going anywhere; it's here to stay.

The feeling is almost unexplainable.

Each time I play.. My spirit begins to soar.

Everything disappears; it's just me and this guitar.

That's what this poem is for.