Tom and I were playing guitars last night
He knows his way around a song,
has been playing for 30 or so years.
Me, not so much
I believe that what you cant' learn to do well
you can learn to enjoy doing poorly.
the music that flows by osmosis
from his heart and hands to mine.
the songs Ive heard so long,
on porches and beaches
my fingers stumble and find on the strings
and I think
about the magic of a good long marriage....
how he has become more me
and I have become more him.
as the music flows so does the spirit...
He is as comfortable as this old guitar
in my arms
He loves me
like he loves his hands..
on the strings.
he doesn't need to think of them,
they are always there.
hitting the right note
and the things we fear
are just another chorus
on this old song