ACOUSTIC

My guitar is an earthy jig
No wires, just acoustic
The shimmer of new strings
Only adds to the sound within

It's really all about the fret
And massages by drunken fingers
Amid floods of sounds- inebriate
Beating down rains that hinder

Notes ringing in the sound box
Reverb in the hollow wood
Sustained longer in the blocks
And only half understood

Its insides are the quarry
Where I have often dug for gold
And digging often in hurry
I dug my grave- untold

-K.G.