Music Maker

Gentle strums fill my ears
I stand and stare
The simple rhythm
Soft and delicate
Like the hands that dance across the strings

Intricate eights and a minor 5th
Baffled faces and a smile on my lips
I listen intently
Whishing this time would never end

I listen on
My pulse beating in time with the music
I nod my head to the rhythm
Of his song

As I’m led away
I look back
To look at the music maker
I smile to myself

I’ll see him again
I’ll listen to the music
Just as always