There are things only melodies can express,
Feelings too deep, inexplicable moments, desires unmatched, tearless pain.
Joy untold, fears, worry, anger,
Confusion.
Regrets, injustice, failures,
Hope, love, triumph,
Incongruity.
Give me my guitar, burn the dictionary,
Mute my tongue, arrest my voice.
Senseless words, foolish rhyme,
I no longer have use for words,
They don't dig deep enough.
Let my troubled heart speak,
Though it lacks a tongue, it shall talk.
Teach me not how to write, that's not what my fingers were made for.
Only teach me how to play,
For then all my words come to life,
Then my handwriting will be perfect.
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