In the quiet of the evening, a melody begins to play,
Fingers dance on strings, guiding night to day.
Each note a whisper, each chord a sigh,
As the guitar sings beneath the moonlit sky.

The wood and wire echo tales untold,
Of love and loss, of hearts grown bold.
A harmony that bridges time and space,
In every strum, a gentle embrace.

The music weaves through the midnight air,
A solace found for those who dare.
To listen close and feel the beat,
Of soulful strings, a bittersweet.

In the silence after, the echoes remain,
A guitar’s whisper, a sweet refrain.
Lingering dreams in the still of night,
Carved in the heart, pure and bright.