She’s only made from tonewood, copper, plastic, metal and varnish,
highly machined and carved by skilled craft workers,
with hidden electronics in nooks and crannies,
but fit together like a fine sports car.
Could it be that these material came together to form
something more alive than some people I’ve met?
Yes, I know that’s not a nice thing to say but Ashe, my little bass,
sings in a low mellow voice, has curves in all the right places,
is built like a brick you-know-what, and was sent to me through the mail
in a cardboard box about a year ago already strung and swaddled in bubble wrap.
Between the times we meet to work out together, she waits patient;y,
standing in the wings like a diminutive ballet dancer awaiting her cue.
On my honor, if I ever take advantage of Ashe, fail to respect her,
or abuse our alliance, I will give her away to someone who can
appreciate her beauty, charm, elegance and faithfulness more than me.
But, that would be the end of a beautiful relationship.