Acoustic

Leaning against the corner of the wall,

Stoic, and layered in dust, longing for much needed attention

My heart sped up as the thudding sound of boots

Dragged across the wooden beams

Excitement began to brew as he reached out to me

I remained composed with pious and honor

How I missed his calloused hands

As rough fingers danced across my neck

In a swift fluid motion, we shared an embrace

With a little tickle, I cleared my vocal cords

As he began to hum, he gently tapped against my bum,

Then his voice bursted through with vigor

As he sang and sang,

The spirit was moving in the air, and as he released

I too joined in with a song of old

As he played my heartstrings, I sang from my gaping soul

As my vibrato took the stage,

He crooned along in tune, with a gentle strum of his thumb

Until, my voice fell silent, and my vibrato echo ceased

He retreated into his shell, he’s shy, a loner...

As I stood back in my corner, regaining my composure,

That was the last time he sang with me,

He moved on to someone who was more electric, but even he knew...

His voice was best, when He covered a song with an acoustic