To the guitar man

To the guitar man

The next time you strum that guitar
You hold my heart; your new instrument
The next time you play a melody
You are my song; my silent desire
The next time you sing a song
You hum me a soundless tune
The next time you make music
You make me sing a duet without you
The next time you sound your voice
You hold me captive yet I’m free

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