Da Guitar Mon

Sits cross-legged in da sand

bowed over hand rubbed wood

arms encircle perfect body

gently swayin feelin good

Playin sounds heard in his head

lettin fingers fly

forgettin rhyme an reason

makin Angles sigh…

High up on da hilltops

chords come sailin in

music made by spirit

carried on da wind

Notes dat float on gentle breeze

tradewinds carry out ta sea

only lonely sailors sing

his magic moonlight melodies…