At A Rock Music Concert Poem by Gert Strydom

The howl of the magic guitar
brings me intense pleasure
and he is stroking string after string

while he walks his tripping step,
dancing along in a school uniform,
bringing me intense pleasure

as if I am also filled with the magic
and feelings wash over me
while he dances along in a school uniform

and it is as if the music fills my whole being
the whining, the clear sound
and feelings wash over me

while he gets pleasure out of it
enchants me and I know that this concert is uniquely great
the whining, the clear sound

surpasses all previous experiences by far.
The howl of the magic guitar
enchants me and I know that this concert is uniquely great
and he is stroking string after string.