Poetry

The head of the guitar by each touch became softer and smoother; the crone cursive writing of the brand owner Gibson. The lifeless neck that lies on your hand which holds the musical strings that breathes life into each sound that comes out. Each string has its own beautiful unique sound that brightens those who may fallen to far in into darkness and turn reality into fantasy and fairy tales. The hole that echoes this sweet sound all through the charcoal black hollow body and flows though the flawless natural air like musical notes coming to life while flowing off the page.