No Goodbyes

Staring into the empty room above me
Time-tortured guitar expands to fill the space
Resounding in me
Ancient electricity tuned to the touch of night
Breathing slowly
Vibrating its nostalgia in today
And the myth of mortality
gods caressing strings
Impossible to silence
As hours of epiphany exude
The pain and pleasure of sound
It’s a prayer, a memory
A don’t forget me
It’s one hero’s eternal last stand
Tonight, it’s Jimi


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