The man’s nature seeps through

As the rhythm quickens

The shaft of music comes on strong

Responding seems anything but wrong


Taking more care now


Quizzical, sea shell hearing

Fast talking, straight ‘nd strong

Brick moustache, cheshire smile

Survives by plucking his own beat

Each chord increasingly sweet


His past life cycle seems complete

All cynicism born from it

Shiny melody book cover veneer,

To open

Is to hear the rapport

Loud heart strings playing good blues


In solitude now and you surround me

Intense, good daring,

Your harmony ricochets

Discriminate, use fine harmony

You have much to do and much yet to be