Guess what time it is?? No..it's poem time, silly. :)

I decided I'm going to post another poem tonight. I wrote this poem for a creative writing I took in college. I liked it. We had to find a picture on the internet and write a poem based on it. I went and found this picture of this shaggy haired guy leaning against a beat up van, playing an acoustic guitar. If I still had the picture I would post it but alas, I don't have the picture but I do have the poem. Here it is:



Sorcerer of Music

He leaned onto the van and held his guitar tightly,
Staring up at me with that crooked grin,
his eyes asking me for my song.
He picked the strings lightly as he waited.
A soft melodic tune played, lulling my eyes closed.
I could still see his image burn bright in my head.
His wavy hair, big brown eyes and long fingers
that continuously manipulated the strings.
It was mesmerizing.
It was haunting.
It was so many things I couldn’t speak.
He cleared his throat and my eyes opened.
He began to sing a song I never heard
But wanted to hear over and over again.
Like water rushing through a stream,
the excitement of the music went through me.
He knew the magic he held within,
a sorcerer of music, power in his hands.
This man without a name
who contained the music within my soul.