Waxing lyrical.

He opens the ‘coffin’ lid

Turns back the soft red satin cover

Stands back glowing

Never ceases to be

Amazed at its beauty

He kneels down

Gently removes it

From its tight fitted space

Delights at its feel

Leans across the table

Picks up his plectrum

Plucking the strings of his precious Fender

Sometimes out of tune, never out of favour

Now he is lost in that musical world

Waxing lyrical

At a revolution speed to suit the mood

Something we all do from time to time

Instrumental in keeping in tune with the world.

(c) Chris Black 2017.

 

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