The harmonica player

She plays her harmonica,

from the depths,

of her Sensuous spirit,

Like Caressing a lover,

warm glances of Moonlight,

The scales of her blues,

With Love,

soothing waves,

Turns into Jazz

The honey trees,

With it's leisure of leaves,

and night owls,

embrace her sweet harmonies,

In the chill ambience

Reynaldo Casison