The Music Fan

At every concert, festival live music bar there is the music fan looking a little worn from life in his own world.

Quiet, light smile touches his face,
Foot beating; the beginning of a song.
Following an invisible pied piper,

His head rocks up and down

Arms lifted in the air

Hands intoning a melody

 

All cannot hear this splendid music

So perfect and beautiful

Light and gentle beneath the surface

Others streams flow in with the first

A crystal perfect composition

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Flowing, yet silent waves twinkle in his eyes,
Not to the body, but to the inner soul.

Reflecting love overflowing

For the music immortalized

In the heart of a fan.

 

Reviews

[JRB]

thoughtful write nice work,
Jan/uisiom

[lAcEy_LoO's Poems Site]

I love experiences like that!!! Great write!!!!