This was inspired by someone I may have seen recently. ;) Silently and Elegantly don't exactly rhyme, but I'm calling it poetic license. LOL I even have a photo to go with this one.
The old bass rests elegantly
Standing silently
waiting for the master's touch
Tenderly fingers caress the strings
They began to sing
The melodies that make one cry
The low sweet tunes evoking tears
And deafening cheers
Reaching out into the inner soul
Until at last the audience is rapt
Too involved to clap
Intruding on a private moment shared
Never to be the same.
