Her steady hand loosely caresses the neck,
cool to the touch, the wood of the guitar.
Calloused fingertips depress the strings,
firmly, gently against the frets.
Eyelids slowly close as her breathing relaxes.
Hands perform to compositions in her head.
Unbidden music arrives without thought,
oblivious to all except the sound of the strings.
Cascading, streaming through her body,
fantasies, dreams, realities and fears.
Transformed to sheets of musical notes,
flowing out her fingers for all to feel.
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