Tuning A Guitar

Pluck the first string,
You'll hear a guttural cry from
The grave. A winter wind
Passing through the ears
Only to be
Devoured by the evils of summer.

Twist the knob to hear it whisper
A pitch crescending like
A thousand monks praying in purgatory.

Reach for Lower E,
The key to the alignment.
Six notes will sing
Completing the harmony
Of the open string.
Six notes,
Six voices,
Beethoven's ensemble in
A guitar's hollow,
A thousand echoes inside
A wooden ark blending like
Coffee and cream,
Conspiring to create
A blended aroma,
Something sweet you'll cherish
Until the harmony
Dissolves again.