Played

 By African Spinach

My soul is fiery like an electric guitar
Yet, I don’t know how to play the guitar
The first time I tried, 
I severed my thumb
It left me vulnerable, 

for what use is a guitar if you can’t play? 
While my thumb healed,
 a girl came into my life  
 and wanted it strings attached.

She strummed my guitar
 so well that I danced to her tune
she played my guitar in front of her friends
songs of sorrow and songs of tomorrow
songs they laughed, loved and lived for

I was a musical muppet for all to see
when I quit, she unplucked the strings of my guitar
The thumb healed but with no guitar for a second trial