Painted on Silence

A hand slides over the
Rosewood frets
Gliding over bronze strings
Like veins within a body so
Beautiful.
Callused fingers press down
On threads firm
Yet yielding.
A note echoes across the
Hollow maple stretch
Reaching restless ears.
Fingers strum and pick
And the vibrations begin;
And the music begins.
Molded like clay and
Painted on silence
Sweet notes stroll and then
Begin to scurry.
Then they sprint in
Every direction
Encompassing senses and
Thoughts and dreams and
Stirring the soul.
But a BUZZ; glaring and
Loud awakes reality.
Fingers miss the
Mark; notes stumble
And then fall flat.
Nervousness and
Shaking leads to
Dreaded silence.
Yet the song begins anew
As it will always do
Until we cease to listen.