Not able to speak
He spoke with his guitar
Strings plucking
Emotions of those nearby
Often condemned
As aloof and unapproachable
Too full of himself
Very few knew
The truth of the matter
A hugely talented musician
Too afraid
To put himself out there
Discovered by chance
His mastery overheard
Gentle gloves
Offered him a space
To speak where he could not
Fear strangled his chords
Should he need
To address someone
But when he swam
In the ocean of melody
He sang like a nightingale
His song for everyone
Debbie Gravett © 2019.09.12
FOWC: Aloof
RDP: Guitar
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Debbie Gravett 