• Sounds of an Acoustic Guitar


    With each soft pluck you release your pleasing present,
    a unique sound that caresses the human brain,
    a sound words cannot explain.

    Your sound can be relaxing or invigorating,
    with varying sequences your rhythms release dopamine,
    everyone knows what I mean.

    We all know who you are,
    You’re an acoustic guitar.

    The sounds echo through your wooden chamber,
    And everyone knows it takes skilled hands to tame her,
    And that no one can contain her.

    We know who you are,
    You’re an acoustic guitar.

    I cannot let go,
    Of the rhythms you throw,
    Into my head like an arrow,

    Like the caw of a crow,
    There’s no substitute,
    For the noise you toot,
    A noise en route,
    Straight to my brain,
    A sound words cannot explain.

    We know who you are,
    You’re an acoustic guitar.