The guitar play ride

(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

 

 

By Lana M. ‘Rochel