Expressive sounds
by the soft touch of my hands
a vibration of musical notes
melodies that rise in the air.
A solid, firm rhythm
follows lyrics in my head
that sweet vibration of strings
make my heart sing with pride and joy.
Rough as a sharp-rock
with a coin-like smell;
people can listen to your wonders
under your magical spell.
Jazz, rock, and blues
always innovating, evolving sounds.
Passing time, never left behind
"Without music, life would be a mistake."
I'm not the great Claypool
but I want to be.
On stage, under a starry night
expressive sounds coming out of my hands.
By: Chantal Camus
