It's been years years now since I first laid my clumsy fingers on you, sliding up and down fingering away trying my best to bring about a clarity of sound humble yet emotionally powerful. A companion by my side even though abandoned at some point for a period of time far too long, yet even as I change you remain the same, the scars of the years proudly showing you've managed to fare the test of time much better than many others. I had forgotten you, left in a dark corner in a dark room to collect dust and decay, but I've found you, my passion and drive once again, and nothing feels better than to have you within my embrace, and now I will make you sing for the world to hear, so that others can feel your pain, insanity, love. Without you, there would be no life in this existance, because you are made of the stuff that sustains life.

I'm sorry.