Guitar melody upon the hidden room

Where the music lives

And comes into full bloom

Not too soon from the time

In reservation

Consternation over the progression

Chords blossomed out

Cars at the intersection

Melodic and sweet

Upon the ears arrived

The guitar rests easy

Waiting for the player to

Take the time

To write down the next song

Of humble thin whistle

Upon the winds of change

And into the human range