Marcin Patrzalek
Watch his fingers, and
His “paper thin sky”
Poland clearly grabbed him
To a journey to a high
Summit in a mountain
Perhaps into a place
Listen to the way he plays
He truly is an ace
Performer At persuasion
At melody at charm
He makes it all look easy
So constant and so calm
Whether classical or Rock
Or anything between
The genius its in their unheard
And unseen
Till now, so watch those fingers
The crescendo and the roar his musical ability
Its feels like more and more
Elaborate interperetations
At all angles he flies
A gallery of tangles
To open all our eyes
Beethoven and the others
To what is a true guitar
Percussively created
For me he is the star
In his own school and gallery
A universe away
From anyone around who plays
Guitar in the same way
By ear or learned
No music score
Fast essences of ever more
He just knocks spots off those
Who play
Similar songs on any day