Sleepless In Nairobi Poem

With this piece of beautifully crafted instrument in my hand

I dream of playing the GUITAR like a maestro

A mahogany bronzed type of guitar

Newly sculpted and polished into a beautiful piece of architecture

This musical instrument with six strings played with my fingers

I want to sing melodies of a lost timeless masterpiece

It won’t matter if it is an ACCOUSTIC

CLASSICAL, ELECRIC or SPANISH guitar

All I want is to strum its tightened beautiful strings

Like a wolf howling at the full moon searching for its mate

I want to find that place where I can tune into this piece of device

While time sleeps awaiting the magic of dawn

I want to know every Semibreve I can hit

The Minim, Crotchet in music that will create Utopia

A magnum opus, of musical manifestations

I want my lips to quiver as I delicately touch the Quaver

Slipping into a Semiquaver of musical intimacy

Now, I know that a Demisemiquaver

Can take away this deep, intense sorrow caused by bereavement

Every signature key on this guitar

I want it to strum out of this piece of art called a guitar

I want to learn

Like an invisible man which string of a guitar makes the best sound?

The First string just sought of happens

To be on my own with the Second string

As the third String belts out a ballad of loneliness

Can the fourth string bring love that got carried away?

My sweet song only the Fifth string is always melodious

It’s not what you say or what you do

It’s the Sixth string that says I love you

As I can’t breathe

I want to sip in and feel the figure eight on this guitar

Close to my heart as my fingers slither through those strings

Fingers of my right hand picking and plucking at this strange sound

Fingers of my left hand gently tapping away in unison

To create the most perfect aroma of a Sharp note

Leading to one which is Natural ending into a Flat note

In exquisite droplets of rhythms

Playing the guitar I dream of a faraway place where I can escape

A land where the Apple did not fall from a tree

Spring lasts for all seasons

Where leaves are ever green and pure white lily flowers cuddling my hands

As I pat my fingers through its bushes

Flaws are not known, where love is freely given

Children play barefoot their innocence counted among the sand

A toothless grin with sincere smiles is where I long to travel to

Sweet breeze of the morning wind

Dew delicately stuck on grass blades shimmering in the presence of the sun

The rays of the sun scatter into a beautiful panorama

It is where the rainbow never has to wait for rain to appear

Sun kissed blossoms, whispering into the cold wind inviting me in

It’s where I want to always be

As an insomniac I lay Sleepless in Nairobi searching for Utopia