Guitar Player

in the dusk
of smoke and musk
gathering from floor
a lone player
weaves the room
into his guitar –

a blue light isolates
the stage
shadowing the room
until the world
shrinks into
the mystery of song –

feather light
a voice recalls
its softness on the strings –
listen clear
it’s almost here
the sound that silence sings.

by Pamela Swanson

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