In the quiet of the night, under the silver glow,
A guitar sings softly, its strings gently flow.
Fingers dance like shadows on wood,
Breathing life to stories misunderstood.

Each note a whisper, a secret untold,
Echoing dreams of the brave and the bold.
A melody woven with threads of gold,
Carrying tales of love grown old.

The warmth of wood cradles the sound,
In its embrace, lost souls are found.
A guitar’s heart beats with every strum,
Inviting the world to hum along.

Under the stars, the music takes flight,
A timeless dance in the heart of the night.
In its song, we find solace and grace,
A guitar’s whisper in the moonlight’s embrace.