A decade strums its melody so sweet, With ukuleles in our hands, we meet. Thank you, Bill, who sparked the vibrant tune, Gathering notes beneath the silver moon. Through years and chords, old friendships have grown, While new ones bloom, like seeds of joy we've sown. Together, harmonies weave time and space, In music's gentle arms, our hearts find grace. For journeys past and those that wait anew, We owe our song and laughter's light to you.