The Musician


United States
37° 42' 21.7476" N, 86° 57' 44.6724" W

He tunes and he listens,
No place for devices.
And he writes till his fingers bleed,
Yet rarely revises.
For love speaks through him,
Tis’ an act of God.
His art conceives harmony,
His spectrum be broad.
He strums and he sings,
Like a bird to the sun.
And emulates every lyric,
Second to none.
As the ballad winds down
A tear creeps down his face,
In memory of lineage
And this musical place.
This musician is me,
And I cannot deny
The power Debra has
To bring tears to my eye.


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