"To Bobby"
Mystical, magical flutes to go along with your guitar.
You fiddle with my heart's banjo strings.
Now there is more needed for true harmony.
A mouth to sing with and lungs to breathe from.
More instruments please!
Bass and violin.
Drums with percussion.
Dig your tattoos like your music's colors.
Your words travel through space inside ears, opened where they listen to you
play your tunes.
Always underneath above on a summer's Junes' silver moons.
Jon Billet
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