Golden Guitar

phishgodphishgod Posts: 133
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Golden Guitar

Strumming yr
golden guitar,
muse’s music
trills heartsongs.

Somewhere,
up in the
mountains,
a pebble
rolling down
avalanche chute,
and earthslide
reforms the
landscape like
a song.

Stars happy,
whisper their
own songs
which are
heard solely
by muses,
heartsongs
which change
people/place
interface,
landscape
reformed
by muse’s
music strummed
golden guitar.

Avalanche :: pebble;
star :: song;
muses :: music;
golden :: guitars.

Who’s mystery
connects all
points dot-
to-dot
like avalanches
and guitars’
embellishments,
like songs?

I can’t tell you, since
each will interpret as
their own, but songs such
as this may only be
played one time
before the tone
becomes distorted
by replaying.

Deep inside,
every pebble
is dreaming
to emulate
the avalanche.
Every heartsong
is dreaming
of the
muse’s stars.

Which will we aspire to,
or become?

--November 29, 2001
@pth
rockon,
phishgod
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Comments

  • RebisRebis Posts: 7
    Reminds me of the last time I saw Trey at Red Rocks.

    He did an acoustic:

    "Pebbles and marbles like things on my mind"
    "Your revolution is over Mr. Lebowski. The bums lost. I suggest you do what your parents did, and get a job sir!!!"
  • phishgodphishgod Posts: 133
    Red Rocks is a cool spot, but this be for my Idaho gurl so the mountains maybe the Sawtooths or the White Clouds.....and the guitar--


    it is all golden...
    rockon,
    phishgod
  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    indeed it is....
    i concur most wholeheartedly :D
    It's all yellow.


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