let them sing along

Oh shapely one with strings, That plays and sings;   Resonates for the sound it brings. In silence it sings.         A chord is made by notes.   Notes made with hope.     Strings of metal and plastic-like ropes Make the notes with hope.       Vibrates its song of melody; Song that is yet to be.           Plays to me a symphony; Songs that it sings to me.       I am happy when I hear it play. Music is molded like clay.           I can cry just to hear it play. Tone is molded like clay.       The volume comes with strumming force Watch the songs take their course.           The music travels through the cords. Watch the songs take their course.     Play soft enough to hear the wind blow. Watch their tears start to flow.         Slow the rhythm to let them know. Watch their tears start to flow.         Play the song with a steady beat. Watch them stomp their feet.           Play the verse and then repeat. Watch them stomp their feet. Wavelength of the note predicts low or high. Play the note to touch the sky. Let them learn your songs as time passes by. Play the notes to touch the sky.       Place your fingers along the neck. Make your musical trek.           Play loosely, just touch the fret. Make your own musical trek.         Play your favorite song. Let them sing along.       Finish your show and stay strong. Just let them sing along. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 04:48 PM PST   10 • 0