Note by note I caress the strings,
And guitar in turn sweetly sings.
At first, my approaches were unguided,
So awkward, jarring and undecided.
But she'd stay with me patiently,
As I learned, she'd stand unfailingly.
Her stricken notes would faintly quiver,
Song reflecting all the skill I can deliver.
The mistress of so many centuries,
With her, gone are my worries.
Emotions become my fuel, my clay,
As I set aside my world to simply play.