curled painfully over a shaft of wood,
your fingers stretch and press,
nails breaking, blood beading beneath.
you make them do it. force them
into shapes youhateyoufearyouneed.
it hurts and it's beautiful
your hands are screaming
the fret on fire
steel strings bite into once soft pads
a mark left, a groove, they leave
and your fingers keep on
you're making music
your soul bleeding into the notes