Old Black

This poem that I wrote for Neil Young that describes not only his music but when plays his guitar, OLd Black what comes through in his music.

   "Old Black
                                   By Ken Edwards

            When Neil Young plays Old Black wildfire runs through his veins

             For the listener it is a musical thunderstorm that captures your brain

             Neil plays with his own original style

             We all hope that he will play longer and not just a while

              When Neil plays magic fills the air

               It is an art form that is quite rare

               Neil Young will never be to old to rock out

                As we will never tire but go on and scream and shout

                 Play Neil,play Old Black your classic guitar

                  Take us away on a magic carpet far beyond the stars

                   Old Black will never die

                    When Neil leaves this Earth many will cry

                    But Neil and Old Black will never fade away,

                    They will live on in the music , and in our hearts he will stay.

                      Copyright 10-19-12