A Guitar and Max

You are the soul of so many tunes

and my soul as well

old friend – what do you think of your life with me?

stuck in a closet

needing new strings and a tuning.

You are a grand lady

who has served me well

and I will not give you up

although our times being with each other have grown scarce and thin.

Old Max brought us together

muttering over his work bench

tuning, humming

looking for tiny screws with a magnifying glass

eyeglasses heavy on his nose

covering innocent eyes that saw

an awkward young girl in need of hope

and someone’s notice.

He spoke to her in musical words

like strings and sound boards, tuners, and horn bells

and the best language of all, born of unaffected innocence of observation…

the language of the heart.

©photo and poem by caf