Room Guitar

The strings on my guitar
sound away in the dark
while the lights from the cars
sweep my bedroom walls

Six windows line the room
to my makeshift studio,
soundproof in the dead of night

A write what I feel, what I might
in the night, with no fright.
I sing what I can into the air
Though it’s impact I haven’t a care.

With me and my room of guitar,
here in my little lair.
I haven’t a care.