A KILLER PASSION

Sweetly it rose like a thrush to the dawn

Embodying everything found in her song

What's right became easy

Fears melted away

Time balanced in motion

What words couldn't say

Gently she drifted and drank in the dream

Ensconced in the pathos

She entered the stream

His hands were the servants of everyones heart

The strains that were rising cried never depart

The room became lucid and touched by the sun

In dreams made electric like deer on the run

Each flicker of passion his fingers evoked

Sent knowing forevers - but neither one spoke

The amp in the corner hummed warmly and soared

Each note was presented escaping its chord

Her head slowly weaving her lips were agape

Her eyes were transfixed on his superman cape

Her brain raced with freedom His journey was pat

He conjured the power as he brandished his Strat

She broke through with the clouds

While he muscled his dream

[He'd played himself better than any had seen]

There was adequate echo and reverb was so sweet

He nurtured each passage like a faraway ghost

But came back with a vengeance

When the turn-a-round spoke

He'd played to distraction- was larger than life

And love unrequited provided the knife

Heavens were tumbled; dark canyons in space

The works on her forarm were keeping the pace

She went to forever to chase away pain

She seemed to care less if she got back again.

The rythme was solid -strings whizzled and moaned

He'd entered the ramp and was taking it home

Tears ran from closed eyes and his fingers of sweat

Spoke the standing ovation -" We'll never forget"

He drove to the finish in a flurry of red

But before he attained it the woman was dead