You touched my string
You let me
Made me
To make a sound
Willingly, with pleasure
I did
I am your guitar

I watched that string
That you touched
1,000,000 times before
Vibrating
Shaking spear
Distorted in shape
Coming slowly
Together again
Reuniting
Growing up
Giving up the seconds
In the sounds of time
I've grown up
Into the silence...

Resiliently stretched silent string
Of forgotten tones you made me think
In your optimal size
Shape
And mood
Stretched
And yawning
Awaiting your gentleness
From your red-polished fingers nails
Making a song
In a while
To make someone
Cry
Or sing a sound
I will help you
Willingly, with pleasure
Just let me be
It's me...
Your guitar