The Guitar Player

by Robert Neest

While sitting on a long and wooden chair

A lonely girl is playing the guitar

And when the left hand slowly moves along

The right hand gently touches the mild strings.

The room is empty and the lights are dimmed,

The walls are dark and distant around her

And hidden from the sight of anyone

But still surrounding her from every side.

The woman has a white and lovely dress

With wide black belt surrounding her small waist,

A blue thin ribbon holding her red hair

While looks aside with white and sorry face.

A noise is heard and makes her raise her eyes,

The door is open and the light fills in,

She’s standing while her eyes have tears of joy

And stretches out her arms when seeing him.

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