Notes of My Life

The curves of the smooth oak, Caress my bare cheek as I play These notes stretched like my body Years of dedication Sung through the notes of my song Long nights of practicing led to a bare finger board, once filled with tapes My unsure fingers now grace along effortless, with smooth vibrato The hum of twinkle, twinkle, little star to the prestissimo of flight of the bumble bee Played with callused fingers and graceful bow strokes An art never mastered