Harmonica Radio Waves

With a harmonica in my hand, I play a tune across the land, And through the static, soft and low, I hear my friends on ham radio. Blowing blues, or calling CQ, Music travels the airwaves too, Notes and signals intertwine, Voices and melodies cross the line. So let the harmonica sing its song, While the ham calls echo all night long, Two ways to reach both near and far, One with music, one with stars.