Contracanto

Come, let's sing,
I set the tone, you create the melody.
I'll go, search,
In the counterpoint make the harmony.
On the guitar, which is so mine,
I sought your love,
I'll never stop playing, I know well.
How many notes I made,
In a lived beat,
Sharps, flats
Through my hands I cried.

My guitar has already made me
Go far from here,
I've dreamed of dissonances
In an endless sound.
One chord, however,
I could never find,
The harmony that you took from me.