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Blessed are his fingers that
Grace the strings of the
Acoustic guitar he gifted me.
I sit transfixed with awe
Lost in melodious notes
Groovin’, reminiscing and writing.
Watching my friend create such
Beautiful music and playing
Some old familiar tunes,
Is so soul relaxing
I find my fingers moving
And head bobbing
As the memories flow.
In my mind, we’re vibing as
I play along with him
And everything is everything.
We are in such a rhythmic groove
That we became the music,
The lyrics and the melody
As my guitar playing dreams
Manifests in front of me.
But as I dip and dab
Back and forth
In and out of highness,
I don’t let my thoughts
Get too far away from me.
I don’t play the guitar
But I will soon because
I love where it takes you.
And when I do,
You’ll know who my teacher was.
2/9/23 by JJ. Smalls
Musically inspired by my friend George C.
