With a master's hand and the strokes of a pen
the stage is set and the play began.
With eloquence and dash he strums
the cords of life and enfolds them
into verse for this, his audience's delight.
He has once again reached the heart and mind
of all who attend with strength of pen
and words by measure of depth finite.
This came to me while reading Keith Bickerstaffe's poem "Dancer"