A Beautiful Something

A beautiful something

Played in my ear

To be known,

Those six strings rang so clear

We gathered

In a smoky room

In the rhythm

All as one I presume

Carlsberg glows

In its glass so effervescent

Large gulps

Drowning my mind in life’s depressant

A beautiful something

I came to feel

The beer-filled me

Affecting the mind a great deal

I saw her

In the room idol and afar

In the background

Sweet sounds of the guitar

A beautiful something

She leans to the beat

Dancing slightly

While off her feet

There was love in her eyes

She couldn’t look away

As her gaze was captured

By the man who played

It was art he displayed

Five fingers sang a song

It seems from her look

That bit of love was strong

A beautiful something

The envy riddled me green

Wishing I was him

The man making this scene

Hoping for sound

To leak from my pores

Praying to any god

My loneliness is no more

Working for music

To become my sound

Practicing all the time

With no one around

A beautiful something

My fingertips callused hard

I tried to play in front of some

Leaving the party scarred

I went home back to my room

Where I cried

Deciding to move on

Tossing my guitar to the side

The strings broke

It sounds so dire

I broke up its wood

To burn in a fire

A beautiful something

The flames that raged

As the ones from within

In which I aged

Red flames burned my skin to charcoal

And, from the fire, smoke arose from my old soul

I fell far under assumptions

Looking for greatness within

To only hope plagues me

To wonder what could have been

A beautiful something

A life wondering away

We all consistently move

But life never stays

I moved around a lot

Mistakes helped me grow wise

I look back at the past

At an old me I despise

From pain and anger

I had something to sing

I went back out

Bought a new guitar and strings

A beautiful something

Practicing to no end

I’d always play for anyone

Especially my friends

They’d say things like

“Oh yeah, that’s great!”

As they started Growing speechless

I realized it’s not too late

It seems greatness

Doesn’t just come to one

It’s endless work

And greatness may never be won

A beautiful something

Returning to the bar

I came just to sing

Not to be a star

Next for open mic night

My heart dropped from my chest

I sat on the stool

And took a deep breath

I began

With a sound sweet and clear

My body soon expelled

All of my fear

A beautiful something

She was there

Looking at me

In the same stare

I slapped the wood

The room moved to the beat

I played a little louder

Everyone jumped from their seat

Everyone cheered

As the song reached its end

I lost myself in the music

And never came back again

A beautiful something I couldn’t go wrong

A beautiful something was the name of the song.