Guitar Strings vibrate through time
Sitting in a room
Smog in the air
The rhythm of guitars playing,
Like Mozart's symphony
The beat is extra ordinary
It quilts back and forth
As the beat increases
The rhythm picks up
Finger increase the speed
Like magic, it just appears.
Indeed they have accomplish
Something great
A new generation,
Creative, inventive
Full of life
The rhythm slows down
The smog disappears
The beat fades away
They are at bay.