Happiness

In my dimly lit room,

the evening sun beams down on me

like a spotlight.

My glossy, black guitar gently rests in my lap.

In silence I rest on my cushioned bed, deep in thought.

Before the dead, soundless air can take over,

I fill the room with the soft, intense tones of my guitar.

 

As I strum my own melody,

lyrics pop into my head like popcorn.

My eyes swell in surprise as the room is filled with music

and a new, luminous glow.

 

My music overflows from me like a chalice,

the vibrance of these words like an unexpected, angry bolt of lighting.

I take no notice of my fading spotlight.

As the sky darkens

and the orange glow of the sun disappears,

my inspiration slowly starts to perish

and my song finally comes to an end.

 

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