Tugging On Heart Strings Poem by Curtis Mosby

I watch him sing in a manner that captured the crowd.
The tip of his fingers was a movement of praise talent.
Our souls where capture within a wind of musial porportion.
Women mesmerize with a stare as smoke pass there eyes.
It like silent poetry taken you on a journey thru love.
I found heaven and all the angels dance to this rythm of soft melody.
If we ever thought of love different it was on this very night.
No one said anything just sat there by all means please keep going.
Many thought this man was a god with a little bit of whisky.
He breath life into a soul buried in it's odds.
Line for line those five fingers of passion lift me high.
What a lovely sound I can't say goodbye.
He said wait for me sweet heart I know why.
It was early in the morining and the start of spring.
I fell in love with a man tugging on heart strings.

Inspired by sasori of the sand story.