My poem has become a lovely song.
The musician is pure and true.
His music lifts up my words each night.
This is my favorite spot to perform.
My friends dance to my songs.
I enjoy my life with them.
In the morning, the club will be silent.
I’ll have left the stage behind.
A new stage awaits me soon.
I see no limits on my future.
W. Wayne B.
Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb
© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: IMG_5589. By mopeds and banjos [Image license]