Together, as one

I dunno. I felt like sharing my homework with the world. I had to write a poem and so here it is:

A. B. C. D. E. F G.

As flats and sharps,

Minors and majors,

6ths and 7ths,

Diminished and suspended

Chords are played—

Not it, not I, but WE—

We are heard

Together, as one.

I wrap the fingers of my left hand

Around it’s neck, over the frets,

And place my calloused fingertips

On the different-colored, different-sized, Cold, slick, steel strings.

We unite

Together, as one.

With my right hand,

The strings are both caressed and thwacked.

Clink. Clank.

With every pluck of the strings,

My heart sings

About faith, hope, love and life.

Whish. Whoosh.

With every strum by my hand,

My soul commands

The energy and attention

That strengthens the performance of a lifetime.

I, because of small beads of sweat, and

It, because of its smooth, glossy finish,

Both glisten in the spotlight

Together, as one.

Together, as one,

We become a star.

Hands down,

This is the best thing I can ever remember.

The sight of a live audience,

Together, as one,

Swaying, snapping, clapping, singing and

Listening intently to every

Soft, loud, melodious, harmonious

Sound that comes from

Us, on the stage.

I stop, think, and take a look around

At all the lights and sounds

As they brighten our performance,

With natural, pastel colors

And sweet, angelic voices

For all the slow, mellow ballads

And bright, neon lights

With loud, screams of excitement

For the fast, upbeat, rock songs.

There’s no need to complicate,

Our time is short. This is our fate:

(I’m Yours)

To unite people of different cultures,

Different ethnic backgrounds,

Different socioeconomic statuses,

Together, as one,

Through music, through song,

Throughout life.

Together,

Me and my guitar,

We are a bright star.

Combined or divided,

We are important instruments

WE ARE ONE.

And so will be the world.

Welcome to my world.