His fingers dance
Back and forth
Up and down the neck
Of my father's Gibson.
Picking and strumming
Note after note
Beautiful music speaks
From the vintage masterpiece.
Cradled in experienced hands
It sings to me
Filling the room
With its gentleness.
Caressing my ears and
Soothing my soul
He loves playing "his baby"
One day he'll teach me how to play.
Inspired by Guitarist & friend G. Cornish
Written by Juanita J Smalls
©12/16/15