Strings

It's about a music artist

Strings appear On my wall

And I saw what they're called

From E to D to E

Flee from my mystery

And the wooden shape is so grand

I'm feel bland to keep it on a stand

And to not brand

My work within the sand

But it's alright if you where 

to look and stare

and beware the shock of surprise

for I could Die and not rely

on something that's not a prize

but oh well my clown is calling

I mean lawyer is calling

and I'm falling at what he is saying

I need a new wife now