Ukulele

I pick up and gaze at the instrument
I feel its smooth shape
And fiddle with the chip on the left
I tune each string one by one
To get its clean harmonic sound

I close my eyes
Take a deep breath
My hands move and dance to create a song
My left hand moving my fingers
While my right strums the instrument

I smile
Having no thoughts at all
No care in the world

But the music stops
As I strum the last chord
So I play again
To return to the joy
Of playing the Ukulele