Guitar Man

Guitar Man Evening on the waterline, Guitar man in blue. Salt wind in his jacket seams, Sky split in two. His fingers shake the quiet loose, Low notes fall like rain. Seagulls on the railing Lean into his pain. The tide rolls in with memory, Brings it back again. Sterile rooms and careful words, Counting breaths like ten. Two hearts in a thin white light, Holding on too tight. Future hanging by a thread In the middle of the night. Play it low, guitar man, Let the water take it down. Let the wind undo the fear We never spoke out loud. Seagulls cry above the waves, They don’t look away. Love stands on the shoreline, Still choosing to stay. Many years of borrowed days, Coffee cups and dawn. Laughing in the kitchen light, After hope was gone. We watched forever crack like glass Scattered on the floor. Still we stood there breathing, Asking for one more. He bends into the melody, Eyes closed to the sea. Every chord a quiet wish For how it used to be. The gulls shift in the fading light, White against the gray. Like they know what breaks a heart, What makes it stay. Play it slow, guitar man, Let the evening understand. Fear can shake the strongest vow, Still we hold a hand. Seagulls rise and turn in wind Over darkening blue. If the night is coming closer, I’m still here with you. Silver in our hair now, Lines around the eyes. Time moves like a quiet tide, No one can disguise. My chest caves in at the thought Of losing what we are. But love is not a moment. It’s every scar. Play it through the fading light, Let it drift and bend. We have walked through breaking days And back again. Seagulls in the cooling air, Wings against the sea. If the end is somewhere waiting, It won’t undo me. Evening on the waterline, Blue dissolves to grey. He plays into the open air. The gulls don’t fly away.