There is a well
\nat the bottom of its strings,
\nan open throat,
\nThe guitar dances and sings.
\nThe player sways
\nwith the wandering of a song.
\nWhat do people hear
\non New Year’s Eve,
\ntapping feet
\nholding children in their arms?
\nThe dancing in the dark.
\nMen and women touching hands
\nracing through the memories
\nof their hearts?
\nThe orchestra flying with the mood
\nand oblivion of heart beats,
\nJoining the jam of music
\nin the air,
\nnear the sea,
\nsweet with the ripple of water
\nand momentary waltz of evening.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is a well at the bottom of its strings, an open throat, The guitar dances and sings. The player sways with the wandering of…<\/p>\n