Strumming Peace (Poem)

Vibrations are followed with lovely singing
Of squirrels and birds, while my guitar is ringing,
The song that comes with only peace
For when there is fray, the songs will cease.

The steel is strummed, to create repose
Nobody knows, why the song flows,
In our minds, it is so large
It gives our souls, some kind of charge.

We are confused by this special force
Though we don’t even question its great source,
We gather in venus, theatres, and parks
Just to see people, play under arcs.

We seem to be crazy, when it's really pondered,
But it's just music, noise, with a special power
Even though its just noise, it shall always be wondered.