4 children
a voice
a creator of mood
a flash
a facade
a life that
is hard
a swivel of hips
a pout of the lips
these are the words
of the bard
mobiles and laptops and football
the lass has the energy, she
cuts through the great artifical devide
every night
and is never
off key
Asfa’s guitar
his fingers of fire
the melodic flow
is an air to desire
a pink shirt
a smile
takes the melody
higher
into the infinate
the cerebral height
that moves modern man
in the bar every night