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HE STANDS ON
ON THE PLATFORM
OF HIS DREAMS
MAKING THE
SOUNDS OF
MANY LIFETIMES:
ATTENTION TO
THE FINGERS
RANGING
UP AND DOWN
THE NECK
THE PEDAL
MOVES AT HIS FEET
THE SOUND BEGINS
TO A THRONG
OF WAITING RABID
FANS, READY
FOR THE FIRST NOTES
FAMILIAR YET
ANCIENT ROCK
HISTORY,
WILL HE SURFACE
TO THE LEVEL
OF GENIUS
EXPECTED
RESPECTED
REHEARSED
REVERSED,
IS THERE A FEAR
LYING IN WAIT
PUSHED BACK
BY THE NIMBLE
DIGITS, LONG
PALE HANDS
TRAVELING DEFTLY
PAUSING EVER SO
SLOWLY,
WAITING FOR THE
AUDIENCE TO
CATCH UP,
TIMING IS EVERYTHING
IN A PERFORMANCE
HONORING ANOTHER,
FOR THERE ARE BOUND
TO BE COMPARISONS
TEARS AND HOARSE
VOICES OF SHOUTING
SCREAMING
FLAILING
SAYING EACH WORD
ALONG WITH HIM,
UNDER THE BREATH
WATCHING A
TWIRLING
GRINDING ACT
OF GRACE, THE
RHYTHM BUILDS
AND FADES,
CLAMORING TO THE
TOP OF THE SCALE,

TOM AYRES
 
HE HAS CLIMBED
ONTO THE MAGIC
TRAIN
AND KNOWS WE ARE
ALL THERE WITH HIM,
HEARING THE PAST
COME FORWARD
RIGHT NOW
WE SEE THE SLY DELIGHT
IN SHOCKING REALMS
IT IS HARD TO BELIEVE
THAT BOX WITH
STRINGS AND WIRES
CAN MAKE SUCH A SOUND,
WAILING INTO ETERNITY
BEYOND THE GRAVE
TO BECOME HISTORY,
A NEW GENERATION OF
SOULS
DROP TO THEIR KNEES
WITH THE SWAY,
CHORDS RUSHING
SLIDING
GETTING INSIDE
YOUR HEAD,
THE TRUTH OF
MELODY IS OBVIOUS
WHEN IT WORKS
THE MAGIC
GIVEN TO THOSE
WHO SEEK,
THE FINAL SOUNDS
RELINQUISH TO
A BREATH OF
AIR,
SILENCE
TEARS
SMILES
AND SOUNDS
OF BRAVO:
HE REVEALS
THAT SLY GRIN
THE MAN WITHIN
OPENED HIS GUTS
TO THE WORLD,
LIGHT THE FIRE
CRASH INTO THE
WINDS OF ASH TREES
ONLY ONCE
GONE NOW,
ONE AND THEN
THOUSANDS
OF HANDS
PROCLAIMING
THE GIFT
FROM GOD
CALLED MUSIC…

©J.W. WINSLOW 7/1/16