Written by Robert A. Miller

My pencil scratches an oval
Failing to get the perspective
Of the huge shining pond

I press the E string
Failing once again
To bar a chord cleanly
On the smooth wood guitar

How many times
In my life
Have I tried
To find a channel into beauty

Once in a while a riff will come
A line will curve simply
A phrase will appear
Without effort

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