Scorching Strings

[Verse] The pick in my hand Trembling like fate Thunderous silence The hour grows late Stage lights blind as the moment grows near Chasing a dream through echoes I hear [Verse 2] Strings whisper tales from ghosts in the night Ancient wood hums with all its might Sweat-drenched fingers dance on frets tight Writing anguish with notes In this fight [Chorus] Face-melting fire Each bend And each slide Story of sorrow and stars that collide Soul in the solo No place to hide Heartfelt and raw Where spirits abide [Verse 3] Callouses burnt from the six-stringed beast No words spoken But emotions released Tears from the crowd Like raindrops that feast On the flames of this solo West to the east [Verse 4] Tales of old lovers and nights without rest In each bend and wail In each scream and jest Electric pulse A heart-throbbing crest Melting the faces of those I address [Bridge] All those forgotten Lost in the breeze Their stories Like whispers Drift through the trees With each plucked tune The haunting decrees Face-melting tale Set the spirit at ease