Shiny tool of low-tone tune potential,

Sat on your guitar stand throne

You create an exponential

Growth in my personal street credential.

For those who witness your reputation

Raising prescence,

A present

From my wife,

The praise rains providential.

The fact I haven't touched it for a number of months now

Is nonessential in achieving this status differential

And to most quite inconsequential.

Bass for your face,

Bass for guitar case,

Bass for my place;

But if only,

If only

Fingers could race

Up and down the strings with torrid grace,

Slap bass at cane-lick pace,

Create rhythm like torrential

Downpour splattering on tin roofs in May,

If only

If only

If only I could play.