Sunday, May 22, 2011

The Bass Whisperer

The bass whisperer
Makes his lady purr
Those streaks of silver
Hum up and down her
Long neck, tingling
A feeling coming 
From beneath the floor
Sacred beats of old
Carry current lore
In rhythm retold
By his hands,
Through her core
Vibrating
Long after
He plays her.

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful. I lack the poetic words to do justice to the beauty of this post. Thanks for sharing.

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