He holds his instrument
Breathes deeply
Pursing his mouth
Resting it on his lips
His sliding fingers seek the right spot
And he plays
I respond in song
LEA....WE'RE TALKIN SOME SERIOUS TUNE HERE...AND THIS CD WOULD BE WHERE? ...JUST SPOOFIN' WITH YA, LEA...ALOT TO MUSE ON IN A MERE 28 WORDS....A MARVEL OF IMAGERY HERE...SPLENDID WRITE & THANK YOU FOR VISITING MY WORK THE OTHER DAY...HOPE YOU RE-VISIT SOONM AS I WILL DO THE SAME...''''''''''''FRANK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you might already know there are many amateurs but very few maestros. did he make first chair? Jake