In the quiet of the night, a guitar softly sings,
Strings whisper stories of forgotten dreams,
Melodies dance in the moonlight’s gentle gleam,
Crafting tales of love and the beauty it brings.
Fingers glide over frets, a tender ballet,
Chords echo through the air, a sweet serenade,
Notes weave together, a tapestry displayed,
In each strum, a heart’s secret wordplay.
From the depths of silence, music arises,
A symphony of hope, where soul recognizes,
The guitar’s voice, where emotion crystallizes,
In its embrace, a universe of surprises.
As dawn arrives, the melody softly fades,
Leaving echoes of dreams in the morning haze,
A guitar’s tale, in the heart it stays,
A timeless song in life’s endless cascade.