“I look at you all
See the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps”
I didn’t touch mine in years.
I used to play that song for my friends in the mountains. Evenings around the fire. The best way to discover the inside beauty of someone, the power of nature.
Sometimes we were 3 or 4 with guitars.
A small guitar orchestra.
With a great repertoire.
Perfect way to end a hiking day.
I might start playing it again.
Who knows, maybe others will join me to rebuild my orchestra.
Interested?
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