Musical Delight

Here is a shape poem I wrote. If you cannot quite read it here are the words in plain text: 

TWANG! go the strings as the musician plays the song we all sing along. And beg him to play yet another. Of course he obliges. We all burst out in unison as he plays as hard as his hands will let the notes ring out. There is no doubt about how this instrument is actually alive in his hands.

~Tlation