Frantically I claw at the guitar strings,
Trying to dig melodious sounds from
The steel ground with a dull plastic pickax.
Untapped veins of music run deep beneath
This flat plain of spruce, but all I find are
Irritating buzzes. I wipe my brow,
Take a deep breath, and resume my mining.
This song is buried deeper than I thought.
No comments:
Post a Comment