My Musical Counterpart

Hands glaze across the crafted wood to pluck each bronze wound string. Reverberating sounds so good I lift my voice and sing. I coast my fingers down and strum; each soulful chord rings out. If I've no words I simply hum; Sometimes with joy I shout! I feel immortal as I play; the instrument held tight. It's beauty takes my breath away as it gleams in the light. This music-maker's been my friend through many lonesome tears. Our relationship will never end; I've loved it for many years! **Guitar** By Deb Wilson for contest"Sound Madness"