It such a lovely thing
Of watching you twang that six strings
I witnessed of how your hand swing
And of how you started to sing

Harken unto thy cold voice
Was a pretty much choice
You're good at making noise,
You're kinda odd boy

The song of yours is my therapy
For in thy tone I found glee,
You made me eager to seek
Thy music and amazing lyrics

Oh, I'm addicted to your melodies
For it lessen mine misery,
You're my solace at my blue
For you gave me a lovely hue.

—Kristine