Using words as musical instruments.

I have always loved playing the guitar but never got a chance as a kid. Recently the respect I have for everyone that can play the guitar tripled because taking lessons and feeling so much pain all over my left fingers is no joke. My acoustic guitar lesson instructor says there is no way around it. I still want to believe there is a better way to perfecting the musical tricks but now that am here and determined to earn the skills, my passion cannot be deterred. I wrote this poem in one of the classes. Love is the bridge that keeps you and me together The saddle is calibrated same way my heart reflects different shades Like the scratch-plate, patience will protect us from scratches that show we’re getting better You and me, in love, strumming and picking notes ordered by the pitch of platonic scales   You didn’t want to hear what I had to say, o! it is true my dear Yea you walked away, I stayed up all night but I couldn’t pray Please don’t start a fight, no not ...