Strings

So, last night, my brothers came home for dinner, and before the meal was ready, they were both sitting down playing guitar. I wrote this just after, its just how happy it made me, I loved it. I love my family an extraordinary amount.

The affect is disguised,
by a mere smile
or grin.
But, you have no idea,
or sense,
that just the way you play,
your touch on the strings,
The limitless sound,
to my ears,
it is a love,
that flows through my veins.
It's within yours too.
We are bound,
not only by blood,
but also the love,
shared,
for one anothers soul.
Everlasting.
Always.
Brothers.