the guitar player
© Kennedy James. All rights reserved.
in a café almost forgotten
behind a queue of red brick buildings
he plays notes of romance
over the frets of
his worn guitar
nothing too maudlin
and certainly nothing soaring
into the flight paths of wingspun fantasy
but something more solid
something almost reassuring
and in that music i find solace
in the comfort of knowing
the next note
and the next break
before his fingers find it
so that the actual ring
of each string
becomes a harmonic echo
of what i have already heard
until a sudden change
tips the scales of my expectations
confuses the trail of
my bread-crumb life
and awakens in me
a discordant swirl of blind confusion
and in that moment
i know what love is
behind a queue of red brick buildings
he plays notes of romance
over the frets of
his worn guitar
nothing too maudlin
and certainly nothing soaring
into the flight paths of wingspun fantasy
but something more solid
something almost reassuring
and in that music i find solace
in the comfort of knowing
the next note
and the next break
before his fingers find it
so that the actual ring
of each string
becomes a harmonic echo
of what i have already heard
until a sudden change
tips the scales of my expectations
confuses the trail of
my bread-crumb life
and awakens in me
a discordant swirl of blind confusion
and in that moment
i know what love is
© Kennedy James. All rights reserved.
Love the painting, love the poem, and Patty Griffin is one of my favorite performers. It's so good to see you back on your blog. You have been missed.
ReplyDeleteThanks ... it's been a lazy summer ... ;o}
Deletethe combination of song and poem has given substance to the elusive description of love ... simply brilliantly amazing ~smile~ .... a portrait of life .....
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, love can be elusive indeed ... can't wait for it, but you must wait for it ...
DeleteThey do say that variety is the spice of life. Welcome back, KJ.
ReplyDelete~Manfred
Thanks, Manfred ... I hope your summer is going well ... not too much rain or blackberries ... haha ...
Delete"not too much rain or blackberries ... haha ..."
DeleteSounds as if you know the region well, KJ.
~Manfred