Nights with my Ukulele

Today has been particularly bittersweet
I wish that more could be said
But despite the disappointments
These four strings sooth my head.

I am not one for talent
I know but six chords the most
But this tiny wooden instrument
Chides about my morose. 

My voice is weak
But as long as I keep it soft
Maybe it'll sound sweet
To just me and God. 

I think about today
and I think about him
I hurt for the boy
Who has so much within.

I sing as I give thought
to the people that I love
And I wonder what matters
really, or why am I hurt.

Strumming these strings
Reveling in its sounds
they're not Mozart, not Beethoven
They're peaceful songs.

During the days I feel blissful joy
Others the night brings its spell with
As the clock strikes midnight, once more
The quiet sleeping dream awakes me once more.

In this ire, in this tire, 
I put my uke away.
Its comfort has come at a price;
Its music has made me melancholic. 

I wish I could understand why
such things happen so.
But the one thing I do so know
Is that I am thankful for
this tiny hollow wood
That makes my emotions laugh and cry.