Countless hours....

...this hand has strummed, plucked, plinked guitars, mandolins, pianos. Countless hours of entertainment, for self, for others. Hours of heart felt music, hours of love and passion for creating, for harmonizing, for courting the Muse.

This is Gwenlyn's hand, one that has held mine and one that I have held, literally and metaphorically, for many years.

Here's the counterpoint to the song lyrics I posted last month, Why Don't We Do This More Often - both describe our musical relationship.

You and My Old Guitar

I could never be lonely, I could never be blue
As I go through life if only I have my guitar and you

Why should I ever worry, why should I be sad
We travel along in a hurry sharing the good and the bad

Whenever I'm up, you're near me, giving me happiness
And when I'm down, you cheer me, nothing is better than this

Here we go, just we three, 0h, how happy we will be
I'll hook my ladder to a silver star and climb with you and my old guitar
~Hank Snow