A Brief Guide To My Jaw Harp

percussively I think my way as rhythm over cloud peaked tops mountain points like metered dots and on them stand and pluck, oh see my breath transcends eternity introspect I aim my gewgaw outwardly to a passing world and yet it seems I’m not as bold it searches inward with effect I am my own play’s architect meditate a friend who soothes who heals at home I play for me and my ear alone a remedy of beats I incorporate in my therapeutic style of late sanctuary my sound is that of a honeyed waterfall hear breath, it’s grace over boulders call a harmonising of beauty’s key be vibrant yet my soliloquy