His calloused fingertips played across silver threads,
Like barefoot dancers twisting in the throngs of melody
And hand in hand with the tune
Joy twirled and fluttered across the ridges of his smile
a naked dancer unfettered by shame
Spirited- like a feather, atop winds of satisfaction,
but the Dancers
they are frozen in the frigid embrace of light
Captured mid-step, mid-routine
Captured Joy- A visual feast of satisfaction.
For the contest Jimi Hendrix.