Tight Strings (A Guitar Named Girl) Poem by Kewayne Wadley

He stretched her across his lap
& carefully unwound her strings,
Her stress quickly eased away
A gap spread between his fingers
The back of her neck
cozy in his hand,
Inch by inch his fingers rose
High then low.
Her world was flat
She'd known nothing else,
Her heart desired to sing.
His fingers a three
dimensional audience
Privileged to be the first
To hear her voice,
She'd never known love
To come from anything else.
Discovering a map to a world
She didn't know existed
He was her first