he hits the notes
he holds the pitch
his shoulders squared
his eyes certain
Mouth open wide
With smile soft
And hands that clasp
he’s listening for
A higher will
Than his own
Then he kneels
he hits the notes
he holds the pitch
his shoulders squared
his eyes certain
Mouth open wide
With smile soft
And hands that clasp
he’s listening for
A higher will
Than his own
Then he kneels
Great poem. The power of performance.
You should have been there 🙂 Thank you for the good words.
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