Fingertips ready, i strum out many a tune,

Loud and fast, mellow, under a nights full moon.

On the porch, playing beneath the stars,

Singing the blues on this old guitar.

In my hands, beauty created in sound,

This musical friend of mine, travel around.

All come together, fingers, mind, and heart,

I am the master of this old guitar.

Rhythm and song shared out loud,

Together we are one as we play to a crowd.

This old guitar has amazed many a soul,

Been everywhere, played to young and old.

Its voice has been heard around the world,

The language it speaks, understood by all.

Keith Garrett