Chord Change

something must break, and soon
I sense it in your hands

I feel you, as if I were
your last guitar

and you have one instant only
to stretch your fingers, crazily
for a new chord
throwing the old aside

it is this
moment of destruction
that I live for

the mad thin scream of the strings
as your fingertips slide
holding on, cracking the whip
to shatter their world

as always, the sound
of something thrown down, with all your soul
and something found

atop the waterfall, the wild new flow
no-one could have predicted
and yet we reached for it