You came to me a gift — a blessing

A much-needed friend in a world unforgiving

A six-stringed wonder with melodies untold

A six-stringed wonder with rhythms to behold

Oh, Houdini himself would be jealous of your magic

For within your wooden frame lies a world enigmatic

How is it a neutral body so simple

Can create symphonies out of so little

And songs where the memory never dwindles

My hands feel unworthy of being your guide

As your strings continue their elegant stride

Resonating with the stories of life

Each note is a key unlocking a new door

Piecing harmonies together, so sweet and so pure

Each chord played weaves a brand-new tale

Of love, of loss, of pride, of fear

A musical god so wondrous and real

How lucky am I to witness sounds

As each strum and each pluck does nothing but astound

The feelings of joy and peace and bliss

And all the others you bring to the surface

You’re more than just an inanimate instrument

I’ve never wondered but now I have to ask

Why is it that the more we hear the more we need to have?