Divine Guitar

The guitar jutted down from the heavens; the head and neck split the highest clouds. And what magnificent music it played for the earth and skies. But the guitarist could not reach the lowest notes and so hell was not appeased. The denizens stood by with their tortures on their shoulders, bent and waiting for the blissful release music renders. They waited eons for their dark, mournful tunes to carry into the underground. But the musician's arms were simply too short, and he could not play their desire. They have since slipped back into the jealous shadows listening unseen. The artist, discontented, disappeared long ago. The divine guitar returned to the skies and has not been heard since. Before his absence the artist prophesied the coming of a great musician who could play equally well for heaven, earth, or hell. And, on his arrival, the guitar will return once more to thrill all three hemispheres with its auditory therapy.