Sonatina
I strummed something i do not understand
and thought it was the best tune i have ever played
My finger, bleeding, hands trembling like my mind
I failed to grasp the memories displayed
something familiar
like the roses’ red petals falling from a May’s parade
Or the swirling of wine in glass
like the washed-out crepe paper
fading red tints from the falling rain
like your red umbrella turning
as you walked out on me
like my guitar’s song in wailing
crying out your name
In human’s most destitute condition
my whispers, accompanied by a sonatina
played in a spanish guitar
is the only hand on my shoulder
August 9th, 2005 at 4:48 am
aztig kuya!!!!