a duet....'Tuned out. 'and' A modern Beeethoven's fit'

"Tuned Out." >>>>>><<<<<<<<<< My guitar squats a wallflower unaccompanied in the nook where I last stood it up it's sound hole is yawning just another O-vation cause it's known quite a few and though it's high strung it frets not while it notes my refraining from it's presents it composes accords while it waits to be plucked from it's solo transition but this interval irks me inspiration unvoiced not by choice while my old friend stands watch his pick guard on alert hoping soon for some input but it's out of my hands ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis A Modern Beethoven's Fit. >>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< close by quite unbalanced my piano huddles upright with an impish grin s t r e t c h i n g many smooth ivory teeth span it's smirk some are black sharp or flat like the cavities found in a neglected mouth It's expressions once called all my fingers to tap dance worthy sounds cross it's boards filling my heart with mirth but the only urge now drawing me to it's girth is some Pledge and some ragtime wiping dust from it's face since I last flipped it's lid in a moment of rage over notes that fell short of some wrinkled up sheets of a waltz now unfinished crumpled up in a ball near three pedals now footless where no one cuts a rug cause the song died at birth ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 06:24 AM PST   0 • 14