Glimmering strings, gleaming wood,
Guitars, a symphony of sound.
Gentle melodies, graceful moods,
Glowing notes, abound.
Harmonies, haunting and high,
Harmonicas, hushed and low.
Headstocks, holding dreams up nigh,
Hopeful notes, let's freely flow.
Intricate frets, a finger's guide,
Inquisitive rhythms, played with grace.
Instruments, our souls inside,
Inspired voices, finding space.
Just strum a chord, and let it ring,
Joyous strains, our hearts they seize.
Just like the birds, a joyful spring,
Jazzy tunes, a sweet release.
Keep strumming on, with passion's fire,
Keep the music flowing free.
Kindling dreams, that burn higher,
Kindred spirits, eternally.