Bass Guitar

You beat, after the drums
You strum, low and monotonous
Like factory smoke spluttering
You are background
Hurtled into musical oblivion
When a guitar begins

Twangy and static and
Unmoving and angry
Like metal scaffolding
The building site underneath
The roaring arena

Until you are isolated
Then the melody emerges
Which you were playing
All along.


Photo by Samuel Ramos on Unsplash

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