Soulful guitarist,
Head bowed over the neck,
Calloused fingers picking out
The spots between the frets,
Which make the notes
He plucks.
Sad notes, somehow,
Though the same notes used
In joyful songs,
And warlike anthems,
For, it's not the note itself,
But where and how it's placed,
Among the other notes,
And how it's played.
Donovan Baldwin