Colour of Sound

I used to weave colours
with sounds of guitar strings
the music stopped
as you slammed the door

the guitar is just a rotting corpse
played no more
it's strings all twisted
in grotesque shapes

a hollow sound echoing
in the back of my mind
reminds me of how much
I have forgotten

I never really liked that guitar
it was a prop
to please my ego
but you trod on that

3rd August 1999