All Strings Attached

Passion or just plain bragging intentions.
Everyone has the right.
Single or multiple motives.
But ,yes, definite inductions.

It's a healing patch of the heart.
It's an avocation of the leisure.
It's the life of a rockstar.
Yes you know it, it's a guitar.

Looks can be changed but not art.
Time can change it's shape.
But not the strings.
You can change but can't fall apart.

Sacrifices are always called for.
Fingers gets bloody.
Broken nails down the road.
Some noises eventually abhorred.

Music is like a plant.
More the manure,
More the fruitful, attractive sounds.
With time, the skill becomes a nation's chant.

Collaboration is the union.
With great vocal chords,
The energy touches the soul.
Just like a school reunion.

With tuning exact.
With accessories,
With shapes.
Beauty becomes real from being an abstract.