the ageing russian guitar

The ageing Russian guitar of last night’s dream. found abandoned but not quite broken. on the cold concrete floor of the crumbling power station. I will rehabilitate. Nurse the instrument back to a purposeful life. So that it’s stroked / struck strings may bring some noisy warmth and dirty joy, back to the slowly dying empty soul. Wild flowers and beach ponies, crow feathers and river pebbles. All the good things. yes.