I was inspired one late night to write this poem about the classical guitar. I hope you enjoy it!
The Strings Of Her Hear
By Sandra Ringo
She’s all luster and curves, more precious than gold,
More beautiful than anyone has a right to behold.
She is mine to caress, a wonder of nature and sound,
With my hand on her heart her voice will be found.
She is my partner in music, my expression afar.
She is my magical classical guitar.
The strings of her heart,
They call out to me.
Give me my voice!
Set me free!
She fits perfectly to me, sitting snug on my knee,
But only when I touch her, will she sing to me.
The Master who made her and gave her to me,
Passed the gift of song to her, through the heart of a tree.
She is my partner in music, my expression afar.
She is my magical classical guitar.
The strings of her heart,
They call out to me.
Give me my voice!
Set me free!
My right hand caresses her neck, frets set on ebony,
My left hand on her waist of spruce, fingers a voice in harmony,
At her core she is both fragile and strong,
Vibrating in dark tones and bright sustains forever long.
She is my partner in music, my expression afar.
She is my magical classical guitar.
The strings of her heart,
They call out to me.
Give me my voice!
Set me free!