his fingers stroke the strings
the guitar sings the melody
the music creeps into my head
the lyric goes straight to my heart
filling me totally, an endless
feeling, coursing through my veins…
my mind reading the melody
converting it to colors and light
reducing me to tears…
and he smiles, and a wink as
the strain fades…
hour four is a beautiful poem. I found myself re-reading this a number of times in appreciation. I love this lyrical poem and it is ironic in that it is very lyrical and it is about music itself-perfect! I love the ending too…”and he smiles, and a wink as the strain fades.”” Perfect! Well done!
lovely work