A Love Story by A Flamenco Guitar

Dirty fingers,
On a black guitar,
I watched in awe,
As he played a flamenco.

His tune, erupting in pain,
And pausing with bliss,
A lover's heart
Rekindling a kiss.

His four fingers,
Chasing a joyful tune.
Two lovers in love,
Under a lightless moon ...

Then a calm,
A lonely melody.
A lover's heart,
Bleeding in agony.

Then he strummed
A violent tune.
A lover's rage,
A heart in ruin.

Then he stopped.
Two hearts gone cold.
His guitar betrayed,
A secret untold.

Was it ...
A tragic love story,
Written in tears?
Or just me
Reminiscing the years ...