In the quiet of the evening’s glow,
A gentle breeze begins to flow.
The guitar rests upon my knee,
Its strings whispering secrets to me.

Each note a story, ancient and wise,
Echoes of stars in the velvet skies.
Fingers dance in a tender embrace,
Finding solace in this sacred space.

Harmonies weave through the night’s air,
Tales of joy, of longing, and despair.
In every strum, a heart’s confession,
The guitar sings with pure expression.

Lost in its voice, I close my eyes,
Sailing on dreams where the spirit flies.
A world unfolds within each chord,
A journey of soul, a silent accord.