A single note hangs in the air
It bobs and floats without a care
I watch and smile knowing what’s to come
For soon this note I’ll pluck or strum
I wait for more notes to come out to play
Then bring them together in a special way
Carefully & slowly I’ll try them out
I’ll write them down & move them about
With bluegrass twang or soul searching blues
Of sad, sad memories or happy love news
Words now dance with the notes freshly penned
A new song is born—Let the singing begin.