I Am a Music Man

woman and I play my songs
for you
for you --

the beauty of your
soul---a tickle
of breathe that swoops
from you to me.

Listen to the owls this
night---shuffling
feathers as escaping
a branch in the whoosh
of delight.

I sing for the homeless
man who lost
his job---wife gone too
help him
help him.

I sing
of a baby’s cry in
the nourishment of life
slap him
slap him
and he’ll cry for you.

© Richard L. Provencher