Through the gentle toned vibrations
Of six strings beneath my hands
And the way from them I try to pull
Every bit of me I am
From the symphony playing in my head
And it's ninety-six pieces strong
I try to get the right words sewn
Into a single song
Though the lyrics might come easily
The melody might not
It's like wandering through a story
That doesn’t have a plot
And so very many tales we have to tell
All laid out as we weave upon our loom
From those many places life has let us dwell
From that hospital into those motel rooms
Some times were for exploring
Some times we found ourselves
Sometimes we got distracted
Now and then by things on shelves
But in every situation
From the freight cars to the ships
Being consumed by infatuation
With pirates swords and shapely hips
I lived each day for the memory
Sometimes a loss sometimes a gain
But it isnt all about the past
Or the places I have been
But through the gentle toned vibrations
Of six strings beneath my hands
©MM

Isn't it "Awesome" to be able to lay your heart out on paper and even more "Awesome" to be able to find the melody to accompany it.

Sweet! 151