Your fingers picking
Through those strings
That riff of yours
Divine
Mellow, sparkling
Cutting
Like the finest wine
Your message
Floating, fleeting
Love embracing
Again so divine
If god is watching
Your devotion,
If god is seeing you now
He knows it worked
When he laid
That finger on your brow
You have captured
Many
With a sound
So sublime
Endless, thrilling
Never out of time
You will leave us
With a memory
Just what was
Written
And ordinary folk
Truly smitten
You have captured
Many
With a sound
So sublime
Endless, thrilling
Never out of time
You will leave us
With a memory
Just what was
Written
And ordinary folk
Truly smitten
Michael Forty