Dear Miss Suzy,
I'm sorry for never naming you
Never treating you as something more
I know you are
So beautiful, so clear, so refreshing

You've felt my tears on you wooden spine
Crimson with rage but butterscotch which empathy
You sit there next to my TV
Wanting me to play you

I want to play your beautiful piece of wood
For you are so gorgeous
I wish you could see how much I care
How much inspiration you feed me with

Your silver strings gleam with beauty
And careful crafted wood
I love you dearly
Through tears and joy