Home by Ashika Hirani

G u i t a r

Stainless steel strings rippling and repeating, playing a sweet melody A spotless rosewood body performing it’s calm sweet melody.

Its wavy profile dipping in and out, gleaming in the sunlight; A soft background hum takes the limelight, executing the sweet melody.

A focused accompanist with fingers swiftly moving from fret to fret Their skeleton fingers with skin stretched tight, strumming a sweet melody.

The sweet song brings bright beams of daylight, Joy multiplies and sadness ebbs away, humming a sweet melody.

If my devotion is to rock, then why do I see a lowlight of sweet melody? I wish I could replicate, harmonise, with such sweet melody.

I find a package in the lounge, a wavy profile and stainless steel strings. Now I, Aaliya, am up on stage; I am the sweet melody.

By Aaliyah Taylor