In the hush of twilight’s tender glow,
The guitar’s whispers softly flow,
A serenade to the silent night,
Melodies that take flight.

Fingers dance on strings so fine,
Weaving tales with every line,
A symphony of heartbeats’ rush,
In the darkness, a gentle hush.

The wood vibrates with ancient lore,
Echoes of love and battles’ roar,
Each strum a bridge to worlds unseen,
A journey to what might have been.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver gleam,
The guitar sings of every dream,
A timeless song of joy and strife,
The music of our very life.