My guitar and I

My guitar and I melodiously transferring from chord to chord
Creating a language no-one else can comprehend
But pleasing to everyone’s ears

My guitar and I imitating a bird's tweeting
Always in control
Always in a different world than the one our eyes gaze at

The smooth wood brushes against my fumble fingers
The steel strings excavating into my hand
The different hand movements challenging my expanse

My world slowly withering away into the rhythm, beat, tempo
Everything else on hold, all my stress and problems washed away
Lost in a world of our own, my guitar and I

My guitar and I continuously singing – singing a song that cannot be translated into words
Inseparable
My guitar and I.