The sounds of the acoustic guitar
linger in the air
the door cracked opened
where light reaches through the narrow passage
and brightens the dark floors of the old house
the music reaches my soul
like a piece of bread for a starving body
feeds the soul with its mystic strings
and a touch of the musician's fingers
stroking it with love
making it sing
a powerful tune
It heals me
it makes me want more
of the notes nourishing force
I sway with to the gypsy song
riding the caravan of the free spirits
that travel to distant places
discovering and searching
discovering and searching
for more
Fallow me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.............follow you? Anytime, anywhere beautiful lady!