Simple Moves

Walking out with grace, each stride perfect
Red guitar in hand only to bring it around his body
Holding the pick firmly in his fingers
His scales tattoo formed to look like a claw

Plucking each string with ease
Words pouring from supple, pallid lips
Half lidded eyes in concentration
Parted lips revealing his pink tongue

Beads of sweat forms at his brow
Dark hair falling behind his strong shoulders
Eyes glazed over with passion
Passion for the music being played

Umber gaze turned to the crowd
His orbs stare at me so intently
So beautiful, so wonderful
For he is Daisuke Andou