Snazy Filazy #7: Singing my life with his words

The fresh blades of grass, held damp, morning dew,
That tickled her toes as Snazy tip-toed through,
Away from the sidewalks, on comfortable ground,
The earth that hid under construction that drowned,
Washington Heights, for the buildings were all,
That took up the land, with their restricting walls.
So she wandered through short cuts that led to her place,
On the bridge overlooking a life to embrace,
No matter the overflow of griping groans,
The shadows, the darkness, the lurking unknowns,
Hope still remained, stuck tight in the cracks,
Growing from every crumble, and creating tracks,
The lines that branched off to point many ways,
Letting hope take a path, braking loose through the days,
These were the broken signs, all that was left,
A give in the city blocks, a small narrow cleft.
Snazy traced them with innocent fingers between,
The fractured cement, the hope-driven seams,
Her mind wandered far as she looked toward the sky,
So clear, filled with sunshine, the weather awry.
Her worries escaped her mind with the breeze,
She thought of the man who weakened her knees.
His eyes, how they smiled with joy from each strum,
On his golden guitar, she knew he'd become,
So famously well-known for charm and appeal,
The sound in her memory soon became real.
His music sang slowly, and streamed through the town,
A sad song so sullen, filled hearts all around.
It drifted past lamp posts, past cars, and past doors,
Passing two angry people, amidst canine-fueled wars.
It seeped through the windows, and broke through the glass,
Snazy climbed down and stumbled to follow it fast.
The strumming grew louder, her heartbeat dropped low,
A feeling so different, so cold, made her slow.
A life had been taken, their time was foregone,
Their soul in the heavens, alongside this song.
But as one pathway closes, a new light shines bright,
Illuminating chances and opportunities that might,
Begin days full of changes, a world complete,
With story lines made up of one special beat.
The tune of his strings vibrate through the air,
She followed it blindly, away from despair.
The sorrow beamed dimly from beneath a tree,
Strumming chords, mourning softly, with sound misery.
A child lay silent, his soul rest to sleep,
But one song lived on with pure love she would keep.