Guitar player, solo - strumming his heart out in lyrics
that touch a part of being where loss of love has been
hiding throughout the years.
Hand up and down as his voice is being sung into the
atmosphere surrounding us here at Buddy Stubbs, being
touched and given insight into the person before us.
slowing down for the next song, heartfelt and deep, in-
teriorly feeling emotions being stirred through music as
he plays interior rhythms in an early afternoon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem