reverbs of rhythm surround me, and
the aftermath of melodies float – circling my existence.
my thoughts are still, as my fingers
gently pluck the strings of my fender strat.
i’m lost in the serenity of a song,
the muffled nosies that come from my amp
flood my room with memories.
the puzzle piece moments i want to forget
yet, still can’t stop remembering.
my brain constantly
compiles collages of concerns
but, my loop pedal repeats
b minors and c majors.
overlaps open chords and closed notes.
and layers a symphony of sounds
until it’s louder than the static.