Patience

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 - when 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 the 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

taking senses to their zenith

He cannot desist - he is the beat

drums a mere decoration

This soul is a beacon, bathe in his light

feel the simplicity of life

for there's no occasion nor need of persuasion to soar…..

He just does