Tell me what you think

You filled up an empty stage
Took out your book and turned the page
On an amber guitar with bright golden strings
You sang a country song

An echoey chord ringed through the air
The words were stolen, sick with despair
With that hickory wind's sweet soft lingerings
You sang a country song

The phrases were sunbaked in ackward half-rhymes
But the guitar kept strumming in 4/4 time
Through the shallow haze of that smokey maze
You sang me a country song

I just started to write some stuff pretty recently, so any feedback would be great