she plays too well <br />he is amazed at this <br />when his anger <br />melts into love <br />when his love <br />melts into the sense <br />of the <br />divine <br />the silence clings <br />like a vine to <br />the wall <br />the cold winds <br />blow <br />the leaves undefeated <br /> <br />he tells her <br />well done <br />he asks her <br />to slow down a bit <br />so he can savor <br />the notes of her song <br />like sweetness to <br />his tongue<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-plays-too-well/
