Here's one more poem from a musical collection. I had moved into a new house (for me, new) and heard organ music late at night (a B-3, for those of you who may not know, is a Hammond organ with a distinctive sound, used often for jazz and the blues). Through it I met a neighbor, a fellow musician. Soon we played together. Now health problems keep her mostly away from her organ. But I still hear the music.
Sol
Late at night
My neighbor played alone.
Her soulful B-3 soothed me.
In time we played together.
When I was ill she said
Please be all right
You brought back my music.
I too play alone and gladly
And know the incompleteness
In that plasure.
Music feeds the player,
Yet needs the smallest audience
To give the gift full measure.
Ron
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)