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In every sound of the guitar,
it means music.The plucking my fingers done,
creates music.
Strumming the strings of the guitar,
it echoes with the music.
I sit alone in a corner holding my guitar,
searching for the chords.
Singing my best-liked song,
in a monotone voice.
Perceiving the sound of applause, only to realize…
there’s no one around me.
I start strumming again the guitar,
now with the chords perfectly memorized.
This time, not singing my fav’rite song,
but a lullaby.
There ain’t a baby to sing for,
but myself.
Ridiculous, if somebody listens,
well, let them be.
But there’s only one thing for sure,
my music satisfies me.
For every time I strum my guitar, singing the lullaby,
I reminisce my childhood days and my loved ones.
