Guitar

What music this object brings,

Many notes it softly sings,

And no matter where I go,

I here the guitars way of flow,

It sits lonely on its' stand,

And changes feeling in my hand,

Happy,sad or very blue,

In every song it goes right through,

Now clearly I can finally see,

That the guitar was right for me

My fingers run through every string,

This instrument is such a beautiful thing,

Go to finish from the start,

It will be there forever in my heart.