I sing out my soul
Knowing, my friend will never judge this fool
Each note rings back a healing tone
This object can turn you back around
The sound, of G haunts me
& i’m taken back into distant memories…
Back to retrieve what I have lost inside of me,
This guitar is the simplest therapy,
to ease the worn wounds of seasons endured.
Mahogany spruce set carefully,
Has become this instrument I adore.