Oh Nina Simone <br />i am all abalone <br />when i see <br />your open face <br />i don't have <br />to hear a word <br />your going to sing <br />but know its <br />gonna be good <br />those cords from <br />your stomach speak <br />while fingers trance along <br />and reach all trough <br />your deepest voice <br />a glance so vulnerable <br />a woman can <br />but grow strong <br />you have no choice <br />but string <br />and sing one more <br />your lyrics <br />sound like poetry <br />above all good and wrong <br />of the one you used to be <br />and are still <br />I sigh and pause <br />a twinkle from my <br />eyes it catches yours <br />immemorable <br />it will be <br />so timeless <br />my applause <br />and silently. <br /> <br />Madrason 25102013 <br /> <br />*************<br /><br />Madrason writer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jazz-that-lady-is/
