I love to pick the guitar up and strum away on it...to get carried away into the sounds and feelings of the moment...to become completely oblivious to my surroundings.

Right now in my life, I've got way too much going on. I get busy with people and events and business. I neglect my guitar, my baby, and he sits in a corner all alone. The dust begins to settle on his features making his once radiant face dull and dim. His voice that used to thrill my heart, is now silent and begins to deteriorate. The curves of his body that once hugged mine, are cold and distant. He becomes lost in the shadows of time and space. Has he become a thing of the past? Where has the passion in our relationship gone? Where is the longing to touch him, to feel him every single day? And the days go on, and I remain busy.....

But when i look his way, when i dare to set aside my life, I feel the old longing and the spark of desire. As I draw near to him, my arms begin to ache to hold him; its been far too long. He looks at me as I pull him close. The dusty look of reproach does not escape me; however, as I hug my body to his, the love and understanding come rushing back to us both. My Guitar and I become one again, and we are joined through the bonds of melody.

The glory of music is amazing and wondrous. I left it for too long, I shall never leave it again.

May the frets be with you.