Cognition | In the Dark

Epiphany of a Guitar

hallowed by the harmony of the strings
resembling the magic of the old 
melodies hinged into the room
sentiments attached into the screwdrivers

the moment of the idiosyncratic tones
that rocks the indolent wooden bench
of that wandered mansion 
dulled by the tones of sorrow

the strumming of the tears lacquered
by the chorus of cacophony 
midway through the springtime horizon
the sublime simplicity of sadness resurfacing