UNDERLYING

The laughter of children playing,

    a wagtail in merry dance

A light show on darkened skies

    are etched within these Irish eyes

This man emanates a love of life

    and he makes his stand I am who I am

there are no excuses

When he enters your sphere

    feel the charge in atmosphere

as he takes his seat

    And there’s a sense of anticipation

as he holds sticks ready

    to lead the mood into beat

Hands grasp for string fingers dance the frets

    picking up his rhythm 

Moving swiftly over skin

    fingers follow on their string

resonating; penetrating a prism of sound

Feel the heat from arms unfailing

    pressing on though they are aching

Moving sound to a crescendo

    now the tempo in allegro

And in its midst he seeks

    moving senses to their zenith

one more time

    He cannot desist he is the beat

drums a mere decoration

This soul is a beacon

    bathe in his light feel simplicity of life

For there is no occasion

    nor need of persuasion to soar…..

He just does

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