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Air Guitar
I dare to pluck the air guitar
such a distant dream of being a superstar
I look down to fingers, eager to play
just one note, or two, but long to stray
into a melody, or an improvised song
just allowing the silence to help me along
instead I look down to my virgin hands
pick up my instrument to follow commands
but instead of a chord struck out in sound
the chord in my words may sometimes be found.
