Musician

I'll be honest.

I didn't know what I was doing, when I picked up the guitar.

I didn't know what it was.

I didn't know that was more than wood and strings.

Timidly,

I plucked,
And pulled
the strings downward,
listening with awe,
as they vibrated,
and resonated--

I heard the voices that were trapped in her still strings.

Help me,
         she said.

Give me your fingers,
your lips,
your undulating tongue,
        she said.

I had no idea what I was doing.