If I was having coffee with you I’d greet you with a warm smile and say, “Hello there! It’s been a month and I have to say I missed you.”
I’d tell you that next to words and Star Wars, I love music. 🎶 I would tell you that I have eclectic tastes and on a given day I might listen to more than 5 different genres of music. Sometimes, anything from electro pop, metal rock, indie, R ‘n’ B, reggae, funk, jazz or kwaito might suit my fancy.
We’d exchange favorite artists and songs. I’d tell you how I fall in love with obscure artists and that at times all it takes is one song to take me down the rabbit hole hunting for more good music.
I would tell you the story of a poet who owned a red guitar he called Zingeli. One day I had the privilege of hearing him play it.
Red Guitars fill dreams;
memories of melodies,
happy times – long gone.
Listening to you
awestruck by your passion and
grace with which you sing.
I heard your guitar,
watched a flower blossom
now left with memories.
One of my treasured memories will always be that I saw his guitar.
YOU SAW MY GUITAR
I love how you call me a man
I wanna watch you sleeping
When you awake? tell you how beautiful you looked
I too feel this fire
There is something about you drawing me to you
And then the unknown known pulling back
I can’t seem to figure out why it just cant be 1+1=2
Am reminded of the fact that I would like to awake to your voice
That I could be your choice
You could be my blossomed flower
Could it be the flower blossomed too many a time?
Leaving me wondering what colour this flower actually is
Whisper in my ears if this song wasn’t played yesterday near my courts
And so the bees came and went away and took with them what they needed
My sweet melody
May I play you again on my red guitar, Zingeli!
If we were having coffee I would tell you that there’s nothing quite like the naked soul of a man singing and strumming his guitar. I always tell certain friends of mine pursuing their music that sometimes they should resist the temptation to produce “commercial music” and just let us see them as they are.
I would tell you that at the end of the day that’s just my view. I’m just a girl who loves music and is partial to red guitars.