My Six-Stringed Heart

May 31

Sometimes a chord, other times a fret,

But each note I do not forget.

Each harmony its own gracious song,

And not once is the melody ever played wrong.

The guitar my heart and the guitarist my soul,

And both do my mind they greatly control.

A spell my body, like puppet and puppet master,

And this magic doth flood my veins faster and faster.

But from nature, from its endless gifts and grace,

Doth it set free my body from magic’s face.

I am my one and only for my six-stringed heart,

No force and no magic shall tear that apart.

Simplicity