Strings
Strings. Strung across a fret board. Stretched tight to produce the perfect tone. Yet perfect tone means nothing with out someone to pluck those strings. Someone to produce the perfect sound. To be able to bring rhythm and the flow of notes. Some highs and some lows. Just like life up beat highs for the good times and slow lows for the down times. My name is Joshua my life is just like this flow. With some highs and some lows incapable of playing the lighthearted highs if the heart is heavy.
(this was a poem i wrote a few years ago i hope you like i hope to get any feedback but please keep it positive )