As I pick up my 6 strings, and its vibrations flow through
me;
I become a part of its wood and my senses hum with its
strings.
As I caress her neck to find the right frets;
I have metal on my skin, food for my soul.
As she speaks the language of our oneness within;
I travel through time, I fly across boundaries.
As I put it down to look up at the sky;
I thank the heavens that these moments stopped by.
