his soft voice sang to her,
beneath her window.

guitar in hand,
he strummed the strings carefully,
he wanted everything to be perfect,
only of her.

she was holding a smile that he hasn't seen before,
a genuine smile, from the heart.
her heart melted as she watched
the boy she loved with her whole heart
serenade her under her window,
just like in their favorite movie.

Sleek winding metal under my fingers
Squeaks at the tip of the frail hair
Subtle rattles of the pegs
Such a marvelous weapon I hold in my hands

Sweet cherry woods
Sings to me as I draw the bow like a
Sword
Swing, Pop, Rock, Classic
Such a marvelous weapon I hold in my hands

Stage lights make the details glitter
Sound resonates full and clear
Sharp and flat
Strong and proud
Such a marvelous weapon I hold in my hands

So I make this magic
Sad or joyous
Such a marvelous weapon I hold in my hands