my closest friend

music (for years) has been my closest friend,
too intimate, too shy to show or share;
in covert moments / hours without end,
the heart wide open and the soul laid bare

for soloist and single instrument
as though within this very (sort of) room
becomes a touch between the shoulder blades
a shiver of excitement, doom, or gloom

sometimes, in black-and-white, with spare guitar,
and old harmonica across the plain,
the universe expands in lone acoustics
within its sonic, intimate domain

so much we do not dare to ever share
that changes lives
when no one else
is there

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