Your fingers strumming on the strings, melodies flow and my heart sings, each note a kiss, each chord a touch, your music, it means so much.
The rhythm of your beating heart, matched by the rhythm of your art, with every song you play for me, my soul is lifted, wild and free.
Your guitar sings like a bird, each note a message, every word, a language only lovers know, a naked soul, on full show.
The passion that you bring to life, cutting through the darkness like a knife, my heart, it races with each chord, your music, my love, my reward.
The way you play, it’s like a spell, a magic that I know so well, and in that moment, I am whole, with your guitar and your naked soul.
-Scott Leopold