He stood tall, with colours so very bright,
blue and vibrant gold, reflecting the light.
Each of his strings, humming a perfect melody,
I knew at once, he would come home with me.

A midnight azure body, strings of pure gold,
his graceful and able body, a beauty to behold.
With each fluent strum, endless stories he would weave,
innate emotions he spilled, that he cleverly thieved.

His sombre strum, for each falling tear,
a soothing voice, to alleviate each fear.
A perfect melody, for the rainy weather,
His upbeat tunes, and feet dancing like a feather.

Every moment big or small, has an echo in my heart,
every jingle a piece of unpremeditated art.
He listened to me, when the world had refused,
and a nostalgic scent, remains in his echoes infused.

Years had flown away, 5 to be exact,
but this unfortunate morning, I found his body cracked.
Like all mortal beings, his life too had to end,
Though another like him, my guitar remains my best friend.