
The Blues ...
The long,
lonely sound
of a finger
sliding down
a catgut
or wound,
making vibrating
sounds.
A slow,
toe tapping beat,
that floats
your thoughts
as you sway
in your seat,
your ears
eagerly greet,
each note
played so sweet.
A tune
that describes
exactly
how you feel.
When words
can't make it,
near as real.
A long
lonely sound
that can set
your mood
as if your floating
lightly down
on a cloud
to the ground.
Notes,
that touch your soul
And your Heart
keeps the beat
with the rythym
sadly sweet.
So perfectly played,
that when its done
and the last note
still rings.
You long
to hear the sound
that filled your soul
while still hummin'
the song
that is through
called...
the blues.
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