The Old Guitar

I sing with my fingers,
Among six strings,
Of my deep thoughts and feelings,
Acoustic sounds it brings.

My six strings, mend broken reflections,
They chant sweet notes of love and affection.
From the rising sun I play your melodies,
And strum till night with mellifluous remedies.

Echoing sounds of harmony,
Rising to the sky,
Remembering someone lost,
Brings tears to my eye.

A thousand words won't bring you back,
I know because I've tried,
Neither a thousand tears,
I know because I've cried.

Sending love through my music,
Simple notes fly far,
As I sing songs of love,
As I strum on my old guitar.