Beneath the quiet moonlit sky,
A guitar whispers tales untold,
Strings that sing with every sigh,
Melodies warm in the cold.

Fingers dance on wooden frame,
Chords that weave through time and space,
In every note, a flicker of flame,
A gentle serenade, a tender embrace.

Echoes of love and dreams long past,
Resonate in the heart’s deep well,
Each strum a story, a shadow cast,
A timeless tune that casts a spell.

In silent nights where stars align,
The guitar sings with soulful grace,
A bridge between the earth and divine,
A voice that time cannot erase.