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Ten guitars line the wall

A rack of six, a rack of four

Standing sideways to me while

Proudly facing me,  two more

Making the point that this was a

Place of music, joy, creative pain

Emphasised by the lyrics of

A broken daisy chain,

Another a  song of 

A life over too soon

The only expressed regret of

How he would miss the moon.

Music flowing over me

As I sit with half closed eyes

Sinking into the mood

Unaware of time flowing by.

Twelve guitars stand watching

Making me aware 

This is a place of music

Of crafting, loving care.

I think they still watched me

As we closed the door

Wishing there had been time

To listen to so much more.


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In Dave`s Studio, 25/6/14