My Lonely Guitar

At a corner my guitar waves her hand inviting me to pick her up, to strum her strings, to find out if all her chords blend in harmony with my fingers. It is waving her hand before my eyes as in those birthdays, meetings, teaching, and parties where her strings were made busy to play melodies to people around. Tonight she waves her hand again calling me to play with her our common game of songs which others can sing along. But I just cannot play with my guitar today. For whatever reason let this lonely night find out; let me sleep and let sweet melody sleep with me in my dreams and let my guitar help me find the right chords for my lonely song.