Brother

A fully distorted guitar
Screaming a curse,
A wordless plea,
A soul who knows nothing
But the language
Of scales and arpeggios,
Love in a finger dance,
Or tears in harmonics
Echoing ...
Resonating ...
Your marshall amplifier
Baring your soul,
An extension of your muted heart.
Even with your thick skin
You cannot hide,
The loneliness of that riff
Or the love story
Of that three-chord song.
The notes on your musical sheets,
The every tango of your hands,
Every scala, every pluck,
A language I know
Since I saw my first light.

The roof, your stage,
Your guitar sanctuary.
Nobody can see you,
Not even the countless stars
Who seemed to know your secrets.
They listen to anything
But you.
It is then that you think
That nobody
Can understand your heart,
Not even our moon,
Or our sun,
But ...

Two floors beneath you
I taste every note,
I trembled in every dissonance,
I feel every pain.