Fretboards
Fretboards.
Just slabs of refined wood,
With metal beams laid in meticulously measured increments.
With six wires, an almost infinite amount of creation is possible,
A form of expression beyond words.
A versatile master of emotions, able to console and comfort at any moment,
Helping me revisit the familiar, explore the undiscovered, and generate the new.
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