He spied her, quiet and alone
and he strummed a little harder,
a little louder, with a little more feeling.
Shouting static waves amplified
flitting as hummingbirds,
and delicately resting in her ears.
As a smile crept upon her lips,
he picked out the notes
to capture her soul.

With the last note drowning
in the applause of audience,
and the swell of drunken cheer,
he panned the crowd to spot her,
kissing another, mended on her own terms.

He lifted his guitar,
and deftly destroyed it in a swift moment,
wishing she would have the nerve,
to love him as she had before.