If I were stranded on an island, I would bring my guitar

Music is a universal language, and that's what makes it beautiful

It cannot be seen with the eyes, but felt with the heart

It makes me ache, it makes me leap

It is born of anger, and it is born of glee

Like a wave, it rises and falls, meeting and leaving the shore again and again

Every note and chord leaves a different taste

Sour, spicy, sweet, or sickening

Arrangement is everything, timing is punctuation

Words ride the vessel of sounds, carrying a message or feeling

The heart shrivels without music

So if I were stranded on an island, I would bring my guitar