Lonely Strum

D, E, F, G, A, B, C

The sequence continues as he plucks away gently

Look at him

That haircut so trim

Sat there with the utmost pleasure

He could play forever

For him

 Forever feeling like a static time stream

In a continuous flow yet in his mind confined within a fixed dream

The world carrying on as usual

Whilst he carries on the usual

Motion after motion his fingers carefully twang against each string

In a melodic fashion he transcends himself into a purified melodious being

Whose essence and purpose is creation of musical phenomena

That sprouts once every millennia

Throwing this world into hysteria

To him

All that remains is the calm

From the soft melody of each Bible Psalm

To the hard hitting passion of the heart

Which threatens to tear us apart

That some relate to as art

Right back to the start

Picture a painting of pure simplicity

One man and his friend in harmony

As he takes the stand

With his pick in his hand

And the music in his heart

The time has come

For the lonely strum