His Guitar : Day 56 #100daysofwriting

He plays his guitar
Like a natural
Like breathing
With a lazy rhythm
Fingers in slow motion
Weaving colours
Bursting into imagination
He plays in a way
That makes me want to paint
Big swirls of colour
With both hands
Makes me want to dance
Naked under pine trees
Makes me want to sing
Secret songs of summertime
He bites his lip
In concentration
Maybe to hold back
The explosions of genius
Intense concentration
Across his brow
Belies the lazy rhythm
Paint, pine, song
Swirl before my eyes
The tempo picks up
Carrying me away
The lazy strumming
Beats like birds wings
Against my heart
Breath catches
Music swirls

Because the song is so very sad.

Maybe this is romantic drivel… a little, too late.
Who knows?
My brain is insane. I don’t need to deny it.

Once upon a time,
While I still had braces on my teeth and stars in my eyes
And my heart was whole,
A boy made me a mix tape.

On that mixtape was the song
“Lovesong”
by The Cure.

 I thought it was the saddest song in the world.
Maybe the jaded heart of that seventeen year old boy knew
Knew that one day I would weep
Weep because things aren’t the same.
Because the song is so very sad.


The song has also been covered by Adele and Jes... both great covers.