Tiny Tinny Harmony

TINY TINNY HARMONY Quick and bright and dancing light Close at hand where e’er I go Slow sad whine cries in the night Movement fast or rhythm slow Rock or blues in hours of darkness Tiny tinny notes in harmony Fill the air with music breathless Shining silver metal melody Inner voice in wordless form Which speaks a message plain and clear For me it’s always more the norm To breathe that message in your ear Round my neck its metal frame Feels so soft with touch of lips They kiss the notes and call your name Like wine received in gentle sips . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Notes Instrument is of course Harmonica. Just gotta love that blues harp - solo soul music . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck and entered in Nette Onclaud's contest SOUND MADNESS