He sits and plays; with no idea in his head
Just letting the music flow through him
It's at this time that his best comes forth
And I take the opportunity to tell him
Because that is what it's about...
The flow...
The music..
The life...
The love...
Each note not premeditated but meditative..
Each chord rhymically intriguing and interesting
Each high filter but the lows of strings
And still he plays on...
Not knowing where it's coming from...
But loving the feel of the guitar
The flow...
The music..
The life...
The love...
He sits and plays: with no idea in his head
That he is already changing the world
Stirring the centers of ones being
Encompassing us with his natural talent
Humble and uncertain..
He still plays on...
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