Guitar Man

I’m exhausted

falling asleep in my chair

and yet because there is a man

playing soft guitar

on the level below me

I feel happy

and content

and I feel great love for this man

I do not know.

Guitar man

my heart goes to you

for your song

for the softly whispered words

that do not quite reach my ear

I hear your heart

beating beating

and I feel your love

For the music

for this beautiful dark guitar that you

are cradling

I don’t know most of you

but I know this part

this longing that bleeds

into a kind of love

so poignant that your fingers

seem to have life apart

so that your blood sizzles

with the music

with the incredible awe of

sound

and strings

and life

and a silent stranger’s smile.