Ode to my guitar.

This is an ode to my guitar.

My guitar is the greatest lover a man could have.

She lets me create music with her,

She knows I lack skill and persistence.

She knows that it will take years before I reach even a mediocre mastery.

She knows she is splendid enough to be played by savants and virtuosos.

But she likes the music we make together:

Imperfect

Sometimes sour,

Always passionate,

Always playing.