Lost in a trance, hypnotized
The drone of low E over melody notes
Drifting in and out of existence
Mirroring life itself, rising and falling
My fingers slide across steel strings
Creating electric impulses through a cable
And forming articulated pitches
Emitted from a twelve inch loudspeaker
My heart, my soul, my being
Channeled through magnets and capacitors
Out into the waiting silence,
Lingering a moment before fading away
Steel wires stretched over a plank of wood
Creating sounds that seem to live
Reflecting the life that created them
Their existence lasting only seconds
Impermanence creates permanence
The silence between the notes
Is as much a part of the music
As the vibrations on the strings
Sound and silence depending on each other
Symbiotic
Inseparable
peace, wayf
