My Language

Most say I’m quiet. Shy even. Perhaps, the thoughts and feelings thriving in my head just can’t be put into words. Nor any other distinct form of speech. Perhaps, My inner spirit can only be exposed by the One form of communication that Every being on this planet can really understand: The language of music. They say I hide my true feelings, behind my unrevealing face. For when I feel frustration, Anger Sorrow Hopelessness I just bottle them to my core. When I feel the heat and Pressure build behind his false façade, All I have to do is wrap my arms around you, and uncork everything inside. Letting every emotion spill over and soak the air in a thick layer of my deep Emotions. Sometimes it feels like forever, Before I can let you go again. Because, You are the only one who understands me. The one who keeps my secrets, My fears My dreams And releases them as your dulcet, Harmonious song. Available for everyone else to hear. As my fingers dance up and down your neck, Your melodic vocals weaken me. You know just what to say, As if you were the one playing me… Perhaps, You are the one clutching me around my shoulders, and Taking in all of my Burden my Pain. Conducting this minor solo, Into a beautiful chorinho. Thank you, My friend. My love. My guitar.