A night of soft music

The nights are warming, the breeze is soft,
The stars come out now, clear and bright.
I wonder at the beauty of the sky,
And my guitar plays away into the night.

The notes are slow, the tune languid,
It's a hard day's night, and I just might,
Play away my blues, fiddle with the strings,
As my guitar plays away into the night.

Nighttime is as good, if not better,
To while away the thoughs of light,
And think of the things of dawn and dusk,
As my guitar plays away into the night.

No worries, no deadlines, no hurries, no grind
No buses, no horns, no fusses, no blight
No thoughts to cloud my mind
As my guitar plays away into the night.

No voices, no television, no radio,
No friends, no birds screaming their plight,
No planes buzzing above, no telephones,
As my guitar plays away into the night.

There'll be no end to this soiree, never,
Till the sun comes out burning ever so slight,
I think I'll sit here till that dawn comes,
As my guitar plays away into the night.

I could just play forever, and ever,
As I forget my hearing, my voice, my sight,
My touch and all my senses, my feelings,
As my guitar plays away into the night.

Soon, on the morrow, there'll be more,
More chores to do, another day to fight,
But for now, that is a universe away,
As my guitar plays into the night.