Heart s Strings

Spanish echoes in the twilight's embrace,
An unknown guitarist, lost in his grace,
Plays notes imbued with longing and fire,
Each strum an expression, each chord a desire.

I sink into silence, a strange, breathless stress,
As feelings unfurl in an intricate dress,
Of whispers, of shadows, of sorrow confined,
I cry out and tremble, my heart unaligned.

An echo resounds, a reverberant call,
For each shade and timbre, the soul has its thrall,
In harmony woven, as heartstrings align,
Yet notes tear asunder - the roots intertwine.

Silent thorns of youth, in the echoes they hide,
The bittersweet memories that never subside,
Each plucking of strings, a reminder so stark,
That joy begets sorrow, like light kissing dark.

So let the guitar speak for the heart's aching plight,
Unraveling stories in the hush of the night,
Through Spanish motifs, emotions take flight,
In the game of the soul, where shadows ignite.