Soft and sweet from these
Six voices does my soul find peace.
Harmonious, acting together and
Mingling in the air, clasping to a nearby ear.
I am the master of these voices.
I choose their sound. I choose their message.
However, I am also the servant.
When my ears are serenaded to the
Sweet song of another, I am under the spell.
It is the spell of music. I hear
These voices and my being is soothed.
Truly, the guitar is a being.
Its voices sing to me, and to the world.