Life is like a guitar solo,
Encompassing all of your deepest emotions.
Its beauty is from the love and the passion.
Sometimes it's fast,
fingers slice through the air in practiced precision,
hammering hard and pulling off gently.
And then it slows down.. to nearly a stop,
notes in harmony walking hand in hand along the woody floor,
they mould and meld as they slide and they sliver,
two at a time save three and four or seven and eight.
Sharp piercing screams and low soothing whispers,
emotions fly high and tears start to trickle.
It only takes practice to play like a maestro.
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