A legend in my hands - Olga L. Juravlyova

My first poem in English language written on 7-8 September 2021 in Perugia, Umbria, Italy. It is dedicated to my new classic acoustic guitar of black color so beautiful or maybe handsome that I was fascinated. When I opened the guitar case it was written " A legend in your hands". So, I became captured by this phrase, and the fantastic image and the poem has come. Maybe it will turn into a song one day?


It was a time, and I’ve seen her.
She’s had so black and brilliant hair,
Her body was so curvy and smooth,
And I’ve remembered days of youth.

Unlock your dress and take it off,
Wake up and sing and do not scoff,
Laugh loudly, moan, and scream, and cry,
Let your voice go to the sky.

Don’t be afraid – you’re in my hands,
And please obey all my commands. 
My fingers softly play the sol,
And touch the strings of your soul.

The heavens opened, the sun shines,
And I can clearly see the signs,
The images of my music past:
Your hands that play my guitar fast.

Your sparkling eyes are staring straight,
Your body’s bent, your song is great,
Your voice is deep and passionate,
Your magic’s strong to fascinate.

You came from legends to my world.
From light you made your own sword.
From shadows you have own strengths. 
There is a legend in my hands.

You are a legend in my hands…
I am a legend in your hands….