The harmonica player

 

She plays her harmonica,

from the depths,

of her Sensuous spirit,

 

like Caressing a lover,

warm glance of moonlight,

 

The scales of her blues,

with Love,

soothing waves,

turns into Jazz,

 

The honey trees,

with its leisure of leaves,

and night owls,

Embrace her sweet harmonies,

In the chill ambience

Reynaldo Casison