Monday, July 28, 2008

It's a taste touch tell you
And the horrors that you'll find
The key of the strings on measure
Played within the mind

Guitar man with an air for stand
Deep rhythm is not there to find
It's just a senseless buzz of humming
Played within the mind

Weighted wood makes music
When it's fingered oh so fine
Played for the common good
For the pleasure of all to dine