What you shape today might echo in someone else’s imagination tomorrow.
Greg's Poetry
There’s a room in every good guitar shop that smells like heaven,
cedar,
spruce,
mahogany,
rosewood.
It's quiet in there, almost reverent.
You step inside, and feel like you’ve walked into
a forest that learned how to sing.
Each guitar hanging on the wall is a piece of wood that’s been carefully
chosen,
shaped,
tuned.
Crafted with precision to carry sound;
emotion, really, through the air.
This is beautiful, Greg. Thanks!
Thanks, Robert!
Greg's Poetry
There’s a room in every good guitar shop that smells like heaven,
cedar,
spruce,
mahogany,
rosewood.
It's quiet in there, almost reverent.
You step inside, and feel like you’ve walked into
a forest that learned how to sing.
Each guitar hanging on the wall is a piece of wood that’s been carefully
chosen,
shaped,
tuned.
Crafted with precision to carry sound;
emotion, really, through the air.
This is beautiful, Greg. Thanks!
Thanks, Robert!