(http://lichtyguitars.com/2011/02/21/the-lichty-hipolito-project/)
Do you remember the girl who wanted nothing more than to speak the language of guitars? She stared longingly at their cherry stained faces and silvery coils of strings.
She laughs now because she learned,
Her hands speak guitar,
She is who she dreamed she was.
Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 