And some strings feel more beautiful Under a night sky Just like some strings feel more beautiful Reflecting the sun's rays So that when the sun passes through the sky And the earth continues on its path The string loses its beauty And it is still beautiful But to the passing of time, And under a different light The string almost dances a different tune, Even if really, a string never changes when untouched. And if the time has passed And beauty fades away Should one part ways With a string that once shone warm and peaceful
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, strings in the hand of the owner, value in the heart of each person; differing between each soul.