A poem I wrote a long, long time ago.
Steel strings, sing your tune tonight
To the whispers of the summers light
Your colors claim from blue to gray
But your sound, oh that sound,
so much to say
Enraptured souls trapped upon a wire
Released with the caress of hands inspired
A body polished, curved upon the frame
Yet no two sounds are ever the same
Inspirational moments will come and pass
Sweet memories must make them last
And the vibrations pulsing
from each silver strand
Will hum the tune,
"come dance, my friend..."
