In hues of purple, bold and deep, A Suhr designed for those who weep— Not tears of sorrow, nor of pain, But joy when chords ignite the flame. A swamp ash body, roasted true, With quilted maple’s vibrant hue. Its curves...

Upon the stage, so bold and bright, A six-string beauty, pure delight. In Trans Purple, rich and deep, A treasure any soul would keep. With roasted ash, its body sings, A tonewood built for soaring wings. Its quilted...