BV's Blues

In the serrated midnight shadows

A man stares at the moon on the wall

A single star burns the neck of his guitar

Leaving a mark of what should have been.

Fingers that dance in the moonshine

A face drawn with pain

He carries the mark of his experience

Creativity pours through his veins.

An ancient eastern harmony

Plays on the anxious silence

Thoughtful tones conjure images of wonder

As his song splits the night.

All that has been has brought you here

All that will come keeps you around

One day the loss will turn to riches

And the passion will fill the memory.

Still you must finger those strings

In which your being vibrates

A self washed by yearning

For that which lies deep in your soul.

And now your plight is understood

Now we have met in this denial

Uttering sounds that colour our tomorrows

Making music the world will hear.

One day soon it will come to pass

When brooding desires will be fulfilled

As a result of a chance encounter

With Brian’ies blues.