Ode to the Acoustic Guitar On my Wall
by Tiffany Huynh
Against the
Bumpy cream wall of
My bedroom,
You are the full moon that
Glows against
Night, but with the soft
Warmth of the sun.
I pick you up
Mesmerized by your beauty and
Stare, you are the well-known sculpture in a
Famous museum
You are the
Gentle shade of almond.
Your graceful long neck
Is the black top hat of a man in a wedding
Your six strings of strength and power
Wrapped in a layer of golden rings and
Your great soul,
That wooden box
Is what amplifies your song,
Because it is hollow.
I begin to pluck a slow tune.
Your voice smooth and polished like
Your dark chocolate shell
The majestic tone of a composed queen addressing her people,
Singing without words, only meaning
and your lower notes, a lion’s purr
Boom boom thump
And the higher notes clear
As a shallow creek in the sun
Ringing, and soft
Like the sweet sugar of a sponge cake
Freshly baked
That leaves me full
Full of musical joy.
We finish our magic
And I lean you against your piece of wall
You are still
As a sleeping rock
But I have felt your heart beat
No, you are not hollow
And no longer am I.