The secret chord (guitar)
A broken old guitar
serves me better than ever.
Because of her, the master from the Netherlands
will become a legend:
Such a sound as a reaction
of my useless fingers!
It cannot be just a common thing.
It could be explained in the same way
How those wonderful little girls
of the foggy childhood
rather chose
bums of all kinds
instead of a broken chord
selflessly offered by me.
Guitar (The secret chord)
Call my name seven times. Put your ear on the wall. Ask me who is happy, and, If such a thing really exists? How else to defend against the tyranny of sense and madness? Whenever it seems to me you sound like a song, I’d walk to the guitar. I play lousy, but I like to play and hum as you turn into that song. It happens rarely, and never in the presence of any witnesses. I don’t care if it’s just one form of masturbation. It relaxes me equally; I enjoy it and I am grateful. Thanks to you too for thoughtful conversations and for reading my futile writings. I salute you, it is guitar time. A time of song and howl.