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Ghosts

- For music

There are ghosts
Inside a guitar.
Ghosts of music,
Each a ringlet of
Sound sewn into
The rosewood neck;
Beauty in a
Hollow cherry carapace.
Embedded in the back is
The spinal herringbone
Divining rod that
Guides these
Synesthetic spirits to
To the neck, to touch
The player's fingertips,
To suffuse with his
Heart, to become a
Song.

But these are rare
Beasts, and they are not
Coaxed out so easily.
For with these golden creatures,
To coax is to stumble,
To chance upon a scale or
A bit of their black flesh buried in the endless
Cacophonous dregs. And when it is
Pulled from the earth,
It may first appear in horrible
Deformity, all muddied,
Eyeless, and drool-soaked,
But with intense incubation
And meticulous preening their
Golden feathers can begin to unfurl.

And when fully grown,
These grand shadows of sound
Birth themselves through the whole
Of the instrument, and out into
The air where they exist forever. And while
Their essence can be conjured timelessly
By the player's hands,
That actual aural ghost is gone,
Silently winding its way towards the
Vanishing point of memory.