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Soundscape of an Afternoon
Arpeggios of thought
Dance through my mind
As I sit here in the sunlight
Playing my guitar.
The sound of childrens laughter
Resounds through the courtyard
Like the tinkling of bells
Or the snap of a castanet.
A smile rises to my face as
Happiness fills me.
A result of the laughter?
I play a spanish flair.
Warm wind ruffles my hair.
I close my eyes
And my fingers dance on the neck of the guitar.
Deep, sweeping chords thrum to the beat of the wind.
For if all the world is music,
Then it is the musician's job to bring it to life.
An artist's job to depict his rendition of the beauty he sees most vividly,
A writers job to describe how these things make him feel.
And so I sit and play my guitar.
Wowey Missie R Morello You play Guitar !!!!!!!!!!!!
Wowey Missie R Morello You play Guitar !!!!!!!!!!!! No language barrier !!!!!!! Off late in my part of the country boys/girls have taken to synthesizers.Play on my Dear Reallia Miss and may God give you the tunes !!!!!!!!
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Accurate depiction of what an artist experiences (not just does). Insight is paramount here, the life musicians bring to the world is a wonderful image - Just Bein' Lady A