Guardaldi

My musical friend,

Vince,

Is really Schroeder!

Childhood

Possessed me like

Snoopy,

Who pranced to his music,

beside a diminutive

Piano

With a cheerful baton, or

Skated

At Rockefeller Plaza

In Rhythmic time

with the

Cadences, Melodies,

And Harmonies,

Of a graceful, fluid, serene song.

I was a

nameless participant

In Vincent’s beautiful world

As he carried me through my

Youthful

Charlie Brown Blues

And Ecstasies.

At Fifty-Four

I recall every spring summer winter and

Fall,

With the yellowing of the leaves,

When I cast my Fate to the Wind.

Listening,

to Guardaldi, ever present,

He still

Plays on

Precious vinyl--

Always Essential.