I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps.
I don’t know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.
– George Harrison
In memory of my guitar – probably facing an off-season of sorts – lying peacefully in the corner of my cabinet.