In moonlit silence, a guitar weeps,
Each string a story, each note it keeps.
A world unseen, in melodies so bright,
Painting shadows, with the hues of night.

Fingers dance, across the frets,
Crafting dreams, in twilight’s nets.
A gentle strum, a soft caress,
The night unfolds, in pure finesse.

Echoes linger, in the still of dusk,
Whispers of love, in chords so hushed.
A serenade, to the stars above,
Each note a letter, in a song of love.

Until the dawn, the guitar plays,
Through the night, and into day.
A timeless tune, forever new,
The heart of music, beats in you.