to praise a troubadour

hail the troubadour
see his beautiful sapphire eyes
admire the nose of a Greek god
lips ideal for gloss commercials
garnished by a blond moustache
focal point for a lion's mane you want to stroke…
praise the troubadour
for he has remained svelte
his perfect dancer's feet
move him gracefully like a lynx
he places a gentle hand on your shoulder
as his dreams meet your eyes
waiting for you to speak…
this gentle troubadour
laughing graciously like a summertime fountain
his words like the pure water from the deepest well
those fortunate in his unfaltering friendship
remain in awe when he appears
bathed in the white light of the concert stage
playing the music of the masters
conquered by his heart
tender, delicate and loving --
listen closely to our musical muse
watch a tear glisten on his face
as a pianissimo reminds him of the intensity
of the perfection he is honored to share
then watch a smile cross his countenance, looking nowhere
suddenly focused on a lucky face
"here, this melody is for you…"
notice the quiet troubadour after applause
see his gentle humility, like a man of faith
an awkward smile of thanks
his art could not exist without those who listen
so carefully…
admire the sunday painter
offering dedicated emotional abstracts
a childlike surpize for his closest friends
admire the poet
striving always for clarity and truth
delicate descriptives and sweet innovation
in verses, coupled and rhymed
or freely clamoring chimes…
admire the man
this statuesque troubadour
victorious against the quagmire of his life
but so often convinced that his path
takes him, and those who would follow,
on a journey of discovery so intense
that he shudders from the weight of the effort…
admire again the man
watch him closely late at night
as he tucks in a teddy bear
lacking his own children to cherish
hail the troubadour
he has come far in this world
he has come far illuminated by his confidence alone
he has come far from where he used to call home
for no one there believed that
he would become a man
still able to shed tear
at a beautiful sunset
at a proud father with his child
at a ray of sunlight on a perfect raindrop
hail the troubadour
who has learned
life
love
and joy



         to praise a troubadour
         17 april, 2006