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