Joy

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.