Ballad of Instrumental Shakespeare

The melody plucked by your slim, talented fingers~~~
Urges the beat to dance and frolic within my very soul~~~
Chorus of radiating linear chords ring true, gliding along the air-waves~~~
Sensual, curvy body of rosey sunburst, pick guard guarding; laced with pure mother-of-pearl~~~
Stratocaster, Telly, or rare Epiphone Dot; surpassed only by the beautiful Gibson Les Paul~~~
Amplifiers echo with the remnants of distortion aimed to polish rhythms~~
Songs hypnotize and lift the muse to her pedestals Opus of symphonies~~
Angst, rips through the speakers of depressed, teenage rebellion~~~
Infatuation lisps upon fragile vocal chords resonating to embellish~
Wavelengths of glowing sounds & symptoms of the universe~~~
Demand listeners gyrate to the remembrance of Woodstock~~~
Eardrums conceal the minds lyrical prose morphing into starry alignment~
Attuned and aware of tension straining the tender, highest E string~  
Capo clasped  on the slender details of the neck to alter tunings divine~~
Acoustic redwood of precise fat bodied, angelic entanglement~~~  
Electric buzz of shockwaves emanating from seasoned, calloused digits~~
Haunted by phantom moans vibrating within the confines of blonde sandalwood~~~
Imagine jovial accompaniment as the pianist joins the unsung harmony~~
Pulse of the majestic bass round out to mellow circular contagion~~
Musically stimulating the satisfying unison of harmonious concertos~~
Treble cleft passionately conducts 4/4 narrated time of tempo~~~    
Violin pierces the vibrato to reveal a fiddle trapped beneath its strings~~
Gently the pied piper coaxes the orchestra to pinpoint guitar riffs~~
Silence encompasses visual refrain of rapt legions of spectators~~
You can hear the guitarists sigh of relief as the final, lingering note dies suddenly.