Music she plays
filling the air waves
melodies so sweet
she is a treat.
Rhythms that dance
songs of romance
fast or slow
she puts on a show.
Her fingers move
as she gets in the groove
together with her guitar
I'm carried to afar.
The girl has soul
she knows rock and roll
playing country or pop
a note she won't drop.
Music to my ears
she brings me to tears
what joy I have found
in her magical sound.
by rich jackson
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