Saturday, November 10, 2007

The Poet


Blessed with the company of the night,
illuminated by the moon’s eerie light,
the mute bard plays his song
to any who listen.

The guitar of cheap wood and nylon string,
is simply the medium between the poet
and the external world,
allowing him to tell his story.

Each warm pluck, each sombre note
is derived from his passion and torment;
passion for love,
torment of life,
until the notes begin to illustrate
the poem that is his life.


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