snippet of yr 11 minimajor

.b flat melodic minor. 80 bpm.
I tiptoed into the lounge this morning and sat by the windowsill. Watched the sun rise. Clad in my ear warmers and uggboots, I sat cross legged with guitar in hand.
I put my hands to the strings, and as my left hand formed the chords, I tried to coax my right one into strumming.
But it just wouldn’t.
“Come on, wake up!” I whispered fiercely.
It jerked up stiffly and then brushed against the strings pathetically.

Half an hour later I put the guitar down, and shoved the earphones in. Gazed out across the fresh, new morning, listening to the memories of a wasted friendship.
My fingers itched to play.
I wept.