A Sonnet for Levi, My Guitar

April 16th, 2026

I noticed your strings needed changing
O you are older than you once were yet.
I play you often, my safest haven,
You mistune quickly now, the years well spent.

I looked inside my case for strings. No luck,
However, there were several things I found:
Debris from outside, when I play and busk.
I take you everywhere, you are my ground.

As Nietzsche once said (with you I make)
O without music, life would be a mistake.