Dancing Souls

I take the guitar in my hands,
My fingers dance on slender strands.
Swift, vivid, and bold are my motions,
I haven’t even touched my full emotions.

Yesterday, I woke to the song of strangers,
The travelers’ sound, like fleeting rangers.
The sun played on their soul’s strings,
With warmth and light that morning brings.

My hands are steady, movements clear,
Did you know? Yesterday, I was here.
It carried me away on moment’s wave,
And now I’m dancing, feeling brave.

16.03.2025