The music in my heart

I have always wanted to play the guitar. I remember as a child making my own guitar out of paper plates, elastics, and a ruler. That was my very first guitar and unfortunately my very real guitar doesn't sound any better. Somewhere inside me, I knew that there was music that needed to be let out. I just didn't realize how very deep inside me this music lies. Apparently it lies so deep within me that when it does come out it is all tired from the long journey that it is all garbled and sad. Try as I might I can't seem to connect the music in my heart with what comes out of my finger tips.

Admittedly, I am not as patient as I should be with learning something new. I get frustrated and look at my fingers expecting them to magically dance over the strings. My brain and heart are willing if only my hands would listen. Fear not, actually you should be a bit fearful of the racket that I make, but I am determined to at least be able to play one song.