Guitar Notes
““Lyla?” Her dad’s voice is a whisper.
He pulls the chair close to her bed, and when he tries to hold her hand, he finds the red guitar pick that Tripp has left. One word is written on it in permanent marker: Thrum.
He puts the pick back in her hand and folds her fingers over it. Then he gently puts an earbud in each of her ears and pushes the play button on the recorder.
The sound of the guitar comes first and then Tripp’s voice.
The sun was tied up in clouds And the moon wrung out of its songs....
Up on Twelfth Street the trees were just trees Holding nothing but leaves in their arms.
All my days were locked in a closet with the Rags and the brooms and the mops, Nothing to feel but the feel of nothing Slipping through keyholes and locks.
But you know what I need, You strum against my strings And make me sing, Sing lucky, lucky me, Sing lucky, lucky me.
The music rides on a wave into her.
You were telling your little white lie, Making everybody happy, crying inside, Staying so long with what they chose, You almost missed what you needed most.MoreLess
He pulls the chair close to her bed, and when he tries to hold her hand, he finds the red guitar pick that Tripp has left. One word is written on it in permanent marker: Thrum.
He puts the pick back in her hand and folds her fingers over it. Then he gently puts an earbud in each of her ears and pushes the play button on the recorder.
The sound of the guitar comes first and then Tripp’s voice.
The sun was tied up in clouds And the moon wrung out of its songs....
Up on Twelfth Street the trees were just trees Holding nothing but leaves in their arms.
All my days were locked in a closet with the Rags and the brooms and the mops, Nothing to feel but the feel of nothing Slipping through keyholes and locks.
But you know what I need, You strum against my strings And make me sing, Sing lucky, lucky me, Sing lucky, lucky me.
The music rides on a wave into her.
You were telling your little white lie, Making everybody happy, crying inside, Staying so long with what they chose, You almost missed what you needed most.MoreLess
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