Ode To a Singer Songwriter

Friday came and the workplaces Surrendered their weary to the weekend Tiredness dissipating as the precious days Are contemplated with anticipation. Another crowd of friendly murmur Gathers in the little upstairs room Gloomy by day, evening transformed to a theatre within the music bar. She arrives having travelled With her instruments seen and unseen Steps up on the stage again Boots discarded, tippy toed pleasure. The first gentle notes picked out Hush the gathering to respectful silence As they cleanse the week from their souls Embracing the soothing delicacy. Then the voice arrives Chocolate velvet-smooth whiskey Sweet strong intoxicating earfuls Elevate spirits in ecstasy. Two hours disappear in a thrice A happy melancholy descends Pleasurable attendance struggles Against the tinge of sadness, it's over. The artist remains to greet the grateful Friendly chatter, CD signing Soon we shuffle back to life's reality Hoping she knows the joy she brings.