Dancing on steel strings <br />Where other's have danced before <br />I can't help feel something <br />in their movement, or fingers; more <br /> <br />What feeling was in his heart <br />When he slid that note <br />the sounds hang like birds in the air <br />Connected but apart <br /> <br />Such a short life <br />understated mastery and art <br />but of his very soul <br />seem he shared a part <br /> <br />My fingers much older then his <br />try to dance on steel stings <br />retracing his haunting steps <br />something lingers in what rings<br /><br />JAMES T. ADAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-on-steel-strings/
