In twilight’s glow, where shadows dance,
There lies a magic—an entrancing chance,
To hear the strum, the gentle play,
Of souls entwined in bright array.
Oh, those who cradle strings with grace,
With every chord, a warm embrace,
They weave a tapestry, rich and bold,
Of stories whispered, and dreams retold.
Fingers glide like rivers flow,
In each sweet note, the heartbeats grow,
When melodies rise and laughter sings,
They paint the air with unseen wings.
From coffee shops to moonlit nights,
With every strum, the world ignites,
In smoky bars or fields of green,
They craft a world, where love is seen.
So here’s to you, dear guitar wraiths,
With passion that no heart betrays,
You share your spirit, raw and true,
And in your chords, my love shines through.
For in your music, I find my home,
Among the notes, I’m never alone,
With every song, my heart takes flight,
In your embrace, the stars feel right.