Two Guitars




Last I saw you
we were in the North Woods
guitars in hand
searching for that place
in the music
where the harmony resides

Travelling down the highway
of notes and chords
from opposite directions
you on the stretched octave
hanging on the last note
of a chromatic scale
me in the ninths
slipping in the bass line
from below

Until we met in that cheerished space
that place all artists search for
but seldom find

All the talking around us stopped
above the campfire we took off
like eagles riding thermals
we sailed above the cliff-tops
until our instincts brought us down

The fire of that night has never died
I took it with me, it burns in my fingertips
bringing energy to my tired limbs
it burns in my soul demanding attention
reminding me of the reasons I still play

For me, for you, for her, and yes
even for the drunks who are still calling out

"Hey do you know Free Bird?"

I tell them I do
but I only played it once
in the forest
near a campfire
above the cliffs

.....and it had nothing to do
with leaving her tomorrow


ajs

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