My Musician

He plays guitar
And strikes up a tune
His blue eyes are smiling 
As he enters the room
He's strumming along to his favorite beat
His laughter is endless
His harmony sweet
He's playing a melody
His rhythem just right
His drive and ambition
Light up the night
He's playing the blues
He's practicing jazz
His talents are soaring
He's the best that I've had
He's singing my song
He's right on key
His music is passion
When he's playing for me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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June 11, 2009 at 6:25 AM
I have to agree totally with Kenny, its delightful to the eyes, and if read aloud to the ears>James
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