Playing of a
soul like rich intricate chords,
endless blues
on lifes sweet guitar...
Creating music
inside a lonely life,
be the composer
near or be he far...
Words of love,
notes made of intense reality,
timeless melodies,
fret by endless fret...
Arranging a
never-ending stream of riffs,
searching for
the passion of a lifetime duet...
Taking a gentle,
innocent, loving heart,
brutally playing
it till the strings break...
Harshly now
the onslaught of demand, control,
making it sometimes
hurtfully ache...
Please play on,
my hearts sweet composer,
let your music
fill me with unending desire...
For without
the blues of your soul to enfold me,
death would
silently end our exquisite fire...
So play on...
I implore you
play on...
Jadie Rose
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Jadie Rose
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