Four Chords

introspectivepoet:

Those four chords
You played for me that night in May
Your beautiful fingers
Creating art and poetry
Through every string
When you made the only sound in the world
That cool spring night
When all was silent
Except my heart and your guitar
Because even when the birds sing
All I hear are your four chords in their song
Those chords made their home inside me
They live inside my heart and soul
And fill every corner of my mind
Haunting my life so thoroughly
If the world were on the edge of disaster
At the perilous end of it all
When everything was over
And we were waiting for the end
And the Earth was hurtling into the sun
The last thing I’d hear on this Earth
Resonating inside of me
Echoing for eternity
Would be those four chords.

Original Work: KH 7/3/14