Chuck Pool, A Guitar, A Woman and the Music</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=165.htm>Chuck Pool</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>A Guitar, A Woman and the Music</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>With a light caressing touch upon<br>The strings of her guitar<br>She deftly moved between the frets<br>To the notes within each bar<br>With fingers working skillfully<br>To a score etched in her mind<br>She played her own rendition of<br>Her heart and soul combined<br>Alone on a stage in a theater round<br>With a filtered light above<br>The guitar, the woman and her music<br>Performed as though in love<br>Spellbound were all of those who listened<br>So touched by what they heard<br>As the passion of the woman there<br>To the music was transferred<br>The performance ended with a song<br>That brought tears to every eye<br>It was then the woman left the stage<br>Without an applause or a goodbye</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>