A/N: Okay I admit it. I -suck- at poems. But here's one I made during writing class. Heh. I was assigned to read two poems and had to make a poem out of the words IN those poems. Here is what I got..

The Guitar

I'm coming to play the songs at nightclubs...

As they swoon and sway to my music.

I sit, like a star, on the stool as I hold Silver...

the guitar, the most beautiful guitar.

Every chord is like an open book...

The notes pause...and I smile.