She's the single reason for the blue note,
the naked ink brush black line gesture wash,
the only sonnet Shakespeare never wrote
of love's eternal eventual loss.
We heard the f-holed guitar cry baby,
saw the figure in that damn drawing dance,
mesmerized by a magical maybe
with a gambler's once in a lifetime chance.
Listen to the plaintiff sad song lament,
quietly portrayed with tender beauty,
unembellished on love's bare instrument:
a small forgotten folk tune's melody.
Ben Gage
