when i first heard you play
free spirited friend
speedily sculpting sound
with strong fingers
head bent between singing
braid of hair slipping down behind
vibrating steel strings
i felt in a space
well willing to trade
freedom
for a story
spoken by signs
and co-incidence
considering
two more years of rhodes ratio
i felt then
somewhat relieved
when life showed me
you
walking home
the fingers
of your guitar-playing hand
touching someone else's waist
