The guitar is an outlet to release energy in methodical manner. The strumming of the strings brings a harmonious sound. But the words I sing are you, my beautiful song. The raptures of peace cleans the mind. Joy and smiles overtake the concentrated face that works to play the tune in the perfect order. But the words, echoing, resonating in the room take me to your presence, where I'm whole. Now no thoughts just love prevails. It echoes of our togetherness, where we are home. The sweetness of the music transcends time, space, and circumstances. The beauty of all this is that sweet music is not perfect pitch, tone, rhythm, or even words but the harmonious release of peace.


Dedicated to my Special K my beautiful song