Sad Guitar Not Played By Anyone

Sad guitar not played by anyone, let me strike your dormant strings and bring life where there was none; where's that boy with plump cheeks and auburn hair who was your closest friend? Why has he abandoned you to your dire fate, won't he miss the music he made? Has he gone with his large family to that distant country, where simple things are rare making your color fade with its neglected care... will he return and find you there? That gorgeous boy invented melodies a great composer couldn't imagine, never writing them on the staff only memorizing notes and chords; did he also create beautiful words? By now, he has grown up and the life he knew was easy, not rough; I can hear him humming those songs! Sad guitar not played by anyone, let's make music to delight everyone!