In the quiet of the moonlit night,
A guitar whispers tales untold,
Strings that dance in gentle light,
Melodies that warm the cold.

Fingers trace the wooden path,
Each note a journey through the soul,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of wrath,
In every chord, a story unfolds.

The wind carries the song afar,
To distant lands where dreams reside,
A symphony beneath the stars,
Where heart and music collide.

In the silence, the guitar breathes,
A companion in both joy and sorrow,
Through its voice, the spirit weaves,
A tapestry of hope for tomorrow.