He was there in the corner playing the notes and the cords
He was chasing the highs and missing the applauds .
He was tired and dirty , unshaven and he stank
He must of seen better days, past his prime to be frank.
Yet his fingers made love to the strings
He coaxed and teased out notes making sound sweet as any bird sings.
He held us all, awe struck in the palm of his hand
As he made love to his guitar, evoking a magic no one could of planned .
I had never heard anything this amazing and I have heard the best
But this guy out played , outlaid with such ease, all the rest.
We though we had gone to heaven and died
We all felt the crescendo of music building up inside.
He was dirty and messed up in the corner and we took all he had to give
He offered it out to us , with his music was he urged us to live.
When he suddenly finished and the magic came to an end
We all looked to the corner to applaud him, but he was gone my friend.
willowdot21 