Another Guitar is Gone

The guitar is the shape of desire

a longing for song

for soul

a bending of strings

to wrench out the blues

and hammer and sing

all the hopes that have been

and the fear

and the fear and the doubt

and the hope

a ripple of notes that hang in the air

bird-winged in the heat of the day

the sweat of the night.

Only sing from the heart

for the guitar is the shape of desire

and this is the hour

and this is the hour.

For BB King