Playing The Guitar

Come on now,play the strings.
And be one of the elitest beings.
When you travel far away,bring the music on your way.

Come on now,play the guitar.
And the sound may achieve and go far.
Like a melody lost long ago.

That played a haunting music tango.
Feel the beat,skip a beat.
And you will feel new and elite.

Because with guitar you feel swell.
Not sure if I am explaining this well.
Play with the strings,and imagine things.

Because music has its own world.
Everyone will come and go.
But music will always glow.

Everybody will gather around.
Around the melody or music,sound.
They say the melody played as a haunting tango.

That used to make someone once whole.
So come on now,play the music you desire.
Maybe in front of a moonlit fire.

Play particular lyrics or songs.
Or create your own sound on the bongs.
The world of music is wide and vast.

And you can’t imagine the spell it cast.
It can be played at an open fire.
Or offer comfort for hire.

Maybe it will fuel your inner fire.
And you will begin to dance.
Maybe you’ll fly higher,or find a deep romance.

Because they say music is satire.
And it can be made by the gods of fire.
Water nation makes it too.

And flowers begin to bloom.
Air and other nations may unite.
And make sweet music through the night.

Now come on now,dance to the beat.
Don’t just listen around and sit.
Fairy godmother will tell.

And music bubbles up in a wishing well.
Feel the magic move through your body.
And dance like there isn’t anybody.

The grooved cast colors.
And the music cast odors.
Like fruit punch on a friday night.

Dancing through an unforgettable night.
Later on,you look at the photos.
And music cast colors.

Music lifts you up like no others.