My guitar

My guitar has no cords

They have long been worn out

I play it with my soul

I play it floating on a sea of tears

Long ago poured down by a crying God

If this sea would dry, no happiness would be left

No reality to drink

No secrets to hide

No wine to bathe in

The notes come and go

And the melody scatters devils away

And angels surf on them

Their sun glasses shine with shades of waves

That break into a foam of sins

I want to play my guitar

And dive into oblivion

And savour God’s tears

And feel His loneliness