If I Could Play The Guitar

If I could play the guitar I’d write a song of you. There would be no lilting notes, no staccatos, or major keys. Only sadness and heartache would form the refrain.
If I could, I’d strum out a chorus for you. My tears would fall on the strings as they twanged out the tune in rhythm with the distant surf. Palm trees would sway in time and the sand would whip through the wind. No sun on the beach would warm, only clouds would shade the shore. If I could I would pour out my heart in a ballad meant only for you. The yearning, the longing, the hurting and hoping, would all find their way in my song. No words would be needed just sounds to portray these feelings inside. Oh, to rescue you from that pain. This string of notes is my rope to pull you up. Cling to it as I dig in my feet. Scraping, clawing, climbing out of the pit…I slap the wood as you fall back again. If I could I would pick out a lullaby to help you forget your woes. The darkening sky rocks back and forth. Back and forth back and forth… mournfully droning the song would continue until nothing was left to say.