Softly, he played his guitar
Not for me or anyone else
But for himself
Riffing on jazz themes
Smiling in amusement
As his practice made perfect
Sense for a grey day
Sliding through gentle waves
A wash of sound cleansed the air
Resonating as deep as ocean
Ephemeral as a seagull’s cry
David Trudel © 2013
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Softly, he played his guitar
Not for me or anyone else
But for himself
Riffing on jazz themes
Smiling in amusement
As his practice made perfect
Sense for a grey day
Sliding through gentle waves
A wash of sound cleansed the air
Resonating as deep as ocean
Ephemeral as a seagull’s cry
David Trudel © 2013
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