The sound a guitar makes (AKA Twilight Serenade)
Guitars blithely bless your ears and calm your fears
Get higher, remembering only a smear
of that July, August, and September.
Shoes off, jump in with both feet
A drift of starlit dreams awaits, no divide
Stride in the ocean tide
Sunset on your shoulders, you captivate
Anticipate, and are priceless in time
The reason for this rhyme.
Greatest fan of your life
I’m singin’ for you
Silently, I sing for you.