When I play my Guitar

When I play my guitar

I write in Harmonics, all to reverb and resonate

To produce a spectrum of the inward eye to illustrate

Relax and let all the colours of each note escape and rein in vividness

Its like finding the new Atlantis in arousing stimulants

Sitting, As I stand, I bequeath you to let the colours write in the coinage of your brain

Meditate with me, kindle the fiery orange, The catalytic red, The land of youth green, the chromatic pane

Here we feel no catatonic pain

As every string strung bleeds colours into the bliss of solitude

An openness of shattering in sound

The abstract movements of every finger tip dancing around

The neck and frets

Exploding and folding, bending and breaking the fetters of technicolour

There is no more reasons to fret,

Fore in every harmonic ring we coax a tincture out of our nature

As I pour music to the ether

You pour colours ever deeper

When I play my guitar

I write in aspects to ascend us even higher

As we nurture each-other into pouring oil on the fire

We are the interaction of one and many

The creativeness is always steady

When we can gather and unity with Love in plenty

When I play my Guitar

Our souls are never traveling too far

The prisms colours are like a fast car

The sounds, the Colours, they activate, they cultivate

When I play my Guitar