A Lovely Song

The pegbox of an instrument
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]

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