In Chord Claver

In Chord Claver

Driving slowly insane, the pushing chord train

Want to learn guitar is the bright cheerful refrain

Love or masochism, it all becomes the same

Seeing and doing have nothing in common but blame

Note, the twisted sister of finger fame

You must, I can’t, you will, I won’t, all part of the game

I hate you and love you is the attack on the guitar frame

Get out, get drunk and come back with fingers and brain no longer lame

Practice over and again until you too have pain

Time has no meaning as it flies like a silent supersonic plane

Love is required of the silent domain

For you don’t thru’ hearing but holding the guitar by it’s mane

They surrender by the wayside with guitars disdained

The many become the few until they’re all named     

Then is heard the constant playing for hours undisturbed

They’re the core that music embraces and kisses forever more