For ages I had no idea what these things could be, They look a little silly, rattling softly next to me. Inside my guitar they dance around like tiny mystery beads - Could they be little sprouts of sound… the earliest guitar seeds? They’re the things that rattle when you shake a guitar, Little clacky creatures hiding right where they are. They’re the things that rattle when you shake a guitar - Maybe seeds of music waiting to grow, bizarre! I swear they must be ripened seeds that tumble through the hole, Like crocodiles lay eggs, or flakes fall off a scalp’s control. Maybe spores of melody dividing cell by cell, Growing in the darkness where the wooden echoes dwell. They’re the things that rattle when you shake a guitar, Little clacky creatures hiding right where they are. They’re the things that rattle when you shake a guitar - Maybe seeds of music waiting to grow, bizarre! Do guitars grow seedlings deep inside and spit them out again? Is that the reason for the hole - a secret garden den? If only I knew how to plant them, what soil they need to thrive, I’d grow a field of guitars and watch them come alive. They’re the things that rattle when you shake a guitar, Little clacky creatures hiding right where they are. They’re the things that rattle when you shake a guitar - Maybe seeds of music waiting to grow, bizarre! Perhaps they need enchanted soil - Tierra de Sinfonías’ grace, Or La mie de l’harmonie to help them find their place. Has anyone grown guitars before, with wisdom to impart? Tell me how to plant these seeds… and let the music start.
