(listening to Estas Tonne)
Twirling guitar play is pouring like from heaven
balancing ‘rope-walker of my thoughts,
pulling her, then pushing, fairly holding;
Challenged to keep balance, she’s on tune with rhythm
Distance, time, dimensions almost vanish
Rushing current of the mind is taking risk to crash
Hey musician, stop! I’m scared to catch up ya
Dating up your music, I cannot be down to earth
