Six tiny threads of strings I hang my feelings real.
The sound of melody that eases me, as I play with a touch of affinity.
The sequence of fretted note patterns that patches the tiny holes in my being.

A progression of chords, lacing my emotion piece by piece until I find my grip.
A scale of notes spanning through the series of my history & memories as I play to heal.

It is a paddle for affection on the stream of love between two reaching hearts.
It is a solace for many, those who wander so empty.
I play to be free, I play to find me
I play to make music.
Why do you play?

© michael_Snelder