Man of guitar, man of sweet me

I'm thinking of your guitar i miss the strings of your guitar which warmed my heart the strings that made me smile I miss the colors of your paint that filled the air with a good scent the paint that bought light that bought light into the room I miss the sound of your music the sweet melody and rhythms the lyrics that meant a lot your sweet voice I miss the drawing you drew bright and meaningful beautiful and highlighted hidden stories and emotions I miss the artist that you are.