Poems from auriajordan

Prodigious art mingled with reckless impetuosity.
Island
Crashing waves collideWith waves of vibrations heardBut not seen,Felt but not touched.A day without you is a day without usAnd I sing to...
The Answer
The vibration of strings from thickest to smallest. My callused fingertips trailing up and down the sturdy neck  and effortlessly but...