A midnight blue stricken body connects to a long violet neck.
Her body shines like silver, glistening in the light as I caress each curve.
My callused fingers press against each fret of her neck
Plucking at each brass vein, I feel her vibrato humming a gorgeous sound.
Each strum creates a melody, expressing every emotion held within me.
Her D minor weeps as her C Major smiles.
Everything in between begins to make sense.
Harmonies upon melodies;
Timbres within her texture complete the acoustics that echo through my ears.
Ibanez is her name; stunning is what she is.