I am...

How do I define me?

Take a look and you'll see.

When I play my guitar

with my very own hands,

this is what I use

to talk and to stand.

If I can't play any music

to tell my own story,

I'll freeze up and blush,

and choke very slightly.

I'm sorry to say,

but that is true.

I can only define myself

when I have music too.

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