I like that, I definitely see it working as a song!
Here's one of mine:
I played a guitar today
and held it steady in my grasp,
Its mirrored gaze was smudged by fingertips, each remnant blurring its sheen.
It warmed in my palms, a heaving weight
as its mahogany glimmered beneath fluorescent lights blazing overhead
Polished by decades of play
caressed by steps of similar impatient fingers
The pearled inlays shone as dim stars,
beacons against the ashen fretboard.
Its tuning knobs made me think of nickels,
their glint managing to distract eyes from weathered sidewalks
Each string was fixed taut as a tightrope,
firm at the bridge
but quavering with a thrum as my thumb ghosted low E
Then deliberate, and it reverberated in triumph
I strummed a chord this time
and it rang out cleanly,
texturing backdrops of silent white
Another, lower now, blistering
Each note like a soldier tucked in its web of frets
and poised to desert the tangle to enter into battles proud and faraway
The strings were sandpaper as they imprinted
grooves into the pads of my fingertips
Scraping, until I found comfort in each echo
emerging from the soundhole, its cavernous whale’s belly
Joy leaked from its neck with each graze
and seeped into every crease
separating from my touch to fan outwards
Casting everything with melted,
As the final note lay down and slept soundlessly.
Resistance is futile. You are now an orb.