Whoever Shall Take It Up, Remember Me

The struggle to bypass the pain
of pressing strings to fretboard
is too much to bear now so maybe
it’s time to stop the music
long enough to allow
for an amputation of my
left hand if only to see
if the ghostly nerves 
of the missing piece
can play without pain

I’ve been told this
makes no sense but sense
has never guided me
all that well in pursuit
of my absolutes

and if anything is
an absolute 
then the need to play
is as absolute as 
the need to write
and speak and 

there are other needs
and surgeries to consider
but first things first
First the music then
the dance

Wondering

if I start at the base of the neck
to cut myself free of all ailments
will I become whole and if not
what parts will remain alive
and for how long
 
What will my music become
What will my dance become

Who shall take up my guitar