Kneeling on the floor, you're Completely Absorbed in the music
You cradle your instrument like a lover
squeezing out the notes like my own private muse
and the sight just takes my breath away
You're completely alone in your own little world,
a world I wish I could be part of.
Fingers deftly choosing the notes
of a tune I've never heard,
you enchant me with your oblivious concentration
and I watch, fascinated by your siren song
transfixed
and I'd follow you anywhere if you'd ask me now
but then the spell is broken
you put down your guitar,
look up, smile,
"How was that?"
and I can barely manage to choke out a
"Ah...you've done better..."
* * * Magic