| Fingers fall on guitar strings |
| and the vibrations resonate through the air. |
| The chords strike a chord |
| and the emanations ensue joy. |
| Strings tighten within fingers |
| and the tension falls the lever. |
| The hammer blasts the cap, |
| and the emanation ensues death. |
| But even this is sweet, |
| though it falls to sweet sorrow. |