Guitar Man

He was there in the corner playing the notes and the cords

He was chasing the highs and missing the applauds .

He was tired and dirty , unshaven and he stank

He must of seen better days, past his prime to be frank.


Yet his fingers made love to the strings

He coaxed and teased out notes making  sound  sweet as any bird sings.

He held us all, awe struck  in the palm of his hand

As he made love to his guitar, evoking  a magic no one could of planned .


I had never heard anything this amazing and  I have heard the best

But this guy out played , outlaid with such ease, all the rest.

We though we had gone to heaven and died

We all felt the crescendo of  music building up inside.


He was dirty and messed up  in the corner and we  took all he had to give

He offered it out to us , with  his music was he urged us to live.

When he  suddenly finished and the magic came to an end

We all looked to the corner to applaud him, but he was gone my friend.

16 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Eric Alagan
    Jun 10, 2013 @ 00:33:00

    This is one of my favourite sound tracks.

    In the 1970s, I recall, after really hard days work, I would walk home late at night, lonely but humming this song – those were back breaking days for me and this was one of the songs that helped soothe the pains


    • willowdot21
      Jun 10, 2013 @ 06:10:54

      Yes Eric isn’t it strange but often a good feeling when music takes us back to another time, there are songs that remind us of good and bad times, these songs can change your mood in a heartbeat! I hope you are no longer doing back braking work to keep body and soul together!


  2. Shakti Ghosal
    Jun 10, 2013 @ 07:58:23

    Did bring back great memories from my younger days. This has been one of my perennial favorites though I had not heard it for a while. What thoughts does it bring for you?



    • willowdot21
      Jun 10, 2013 @ 08:05:41

      Hi Shakti 1972 I was married a year , settling into a new home , new life with my new husband who I , by then had know about 5yrs. Anticipating starting a family which did arrive the following year. I remember siting in the garden of our new home just being amazed at the green and the trees bearing fruit hoping I would do too, soon. It was a wonderfully warm summer for England that year!! 😉


  3. penpusherpen
    Jun 10, 2013 @ 08:05:01

    Loved this poem Sweet Willow, …the mystery of the Guitar Man, added to the great music, ’twas just wonderful… Have a good Monday my friend. Hugs aplenty xPenx


  4. Gray Dawster
    Jun 10, 2013 @ 08:40:33

    This is a lovely poem Willowdot
    and one where memories and dreams
    are captured 🙂 Have a lovely day 🙂

    Andro xxxx


  5. tornadoday
    Jun 10, 2013 @ 12:25:17

    I love this. Bread was my first concert……… You take me back……and you do it well. ~ Love you, Willow. ~ Bobbie


  6. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Jun 13, 2013 @ 20:06:35

    Love the music at the end 🙂

    This is great, Willow – so well written.


    • willowdot21
      Jun 13, 2013 @ 20:10:27

      I loved this era I was young and not long married soon to be a Mum, somehow the music then was gentle …. memories coloured by time…. 😉 xx


      • WordsFallFromMyEyes
        Jun 13, 2013 @ 20:12:10

        Young, soon to be a mum…. Being a mum really really changes SO much, as in your whole direction, hey, Willow.

      • willowdot21
        Jun 13, 2013 @ 20:25:41

        Yes , yes my life was turned upside down, we moved from London to the west country, I found myself ripped from a busy bustling life full of people and places I knew to a quiet place miles from anywhere ( well 2miles from town and one mile from a little village ) I did not drive so I had to walk everywhere. I loved our first born but I was also a tad afraid of him too. But yes mother hood changes life soo much!!

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