Ode to Sampha

No one knows you like the piano 

You fly under the radar searching for new sounds 

Your hymns be the comfort heavenly white wings cling to 

Melodies serene 

Steady flowing 

Harmonious

Soft gospel vibes disperse through the air 

Intertwining with hums of wind and string 

Simple experiments never seemed so beautiful

Free Formed locs growing like they had sprouted from a trunk 

Full of life 

A Homophone in human form 

Sampha the enigma