An Acoustic Elegy

The 1st string aches
   and lets out
   a mournful yell.
   As the bard's finger prepares
   to strike the 2nd,
   the 3rd string cowers with fear.

His finger slides
   to the second fret of the 4th
   while the 5th gasped
   to warn the 6th
   who was silenced
   by his thumb.

And as the A minor
   echoes this room,
   his voice faltered
   with sadness
   and the wind
   rustles outside.

Lightning strikes
   from a distance
   and thunder
   followed soon
   reminding him:

There's going to be
   a storm tonight
   inside...
   and out.