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
He,
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
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