The Old Guitarist

by revbillcook

Consoled by the melody
the old guitarist begins
to change colors.

Putting away a brighter palate
the painter selects pale greens
and shadowy violets.

Then he closes his eyes –
sees only blue
upon blue.

The old guitarist leaves
behind the complexities
of flamingo
bows his head
to play a song
that only
arthritic fingers
can play.

When the last round
sound drifts away and
the guitar strings stop
their vibrations

nothing remains
except this pale image
fixed on a dark canvas.