The Rabbit Hole

Slowly the fingers role, knowing their place

silent but so loud they pluck

individually,

then simoltaniously they slip from each string

the sound is so beautiful

so simple

I begin to drift with the soft riffs

I fall into my own

Completely incontrol but yet I fall apart in some way

I let go and it's like nothing ever happened

left to right, I look

Im back in this muddled world

but I will return

I will find my way back

Down the rabbit hole I'll call it