Knees slightly bent, body lightly curved around
his guitar, held close, vital

Elegant fingers on the Telecaster’s neck
lift and slide and press
Long thumb and finger delicately direct
the plectrum

Face an intent mask
mouth a concentrated line
eyes lost in love with it

Sound surges up his spine, through his chest, shoulders, head,
into his eyes, into his hands on body, neck, strings, pick
and by magic he understands, wire and amp and wave
and magic he doesn’t understand, music-magic
into listeners and band and back
into his ears, his body, into the walls and into everything