With ease my guitar I gently strum
Its six static thin strands of strings
My movements of delight so there I hum
As I'm induced to fly without wings
I proceed with smoothness and less vigor
Tiny plucks reproduced by my soul
Elevates the lone spirit with chords of minor
Pieces of random sounds come to its whole
The gliding vocal whispers of mine
Accompanied by my old wood percussion
Devoted I move beneath a bright shine
Of symphonic comfort with my finger's motion
