In a room where strings first sang, With gentle strums and hearts that rang, Bill brought forth a simple start, A ukulele's tender art. Ten years past, yet here we stand, A woven network, hand in hand. Laughter echoed, friendships grew, In melodies both old and new. Thank you, Bill, for seeds you sowed, In notes and chords, a warmth bestowed. For in this group, beneath the sky, We found our voices, free and high.