eye brows arched, lips almost pursed, fingers curled on the guitar strings and a tickle stubble on the jaw of my "sweetheart the drunk". his greybrowngreen eyes are on his bass and not me.
perhaps hes stage-shy. perhaps hes so lost in the heavy breathing of his instrument that he forgets me.
his fingers play the chords, creating shadows that play with his hands and lead him in his genius, twisting and turning the tips of his fingers and burning the silk of the strings.
perhaps the shadows help create the magnificent tapestry of sound. OR perhaps its me.
i do wonder why he never looks out at me for inspiration.
perhaps it is because he is stage shy.

or because i am inside.





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- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 6:10 AM