The Minstrel 1978 -1989

The fiddles and the banjos and the slide guitar
Are still ringing and singing in my ears
Fluttering wings of the mandolin
Lips and throat of the lead guitar
The music gets inside and takes hold
And like a fetus to the womb’s wall
It won’t let go
It grows and grows

My music is like my child
A Eucharist
Poured through this ringing and singing
Winging my words from silent places
Touching hearts with deep desires
Emotions
Elations
Yearnings
Deep peace

Minstrel
Great with Child
Brimming with music like the Madonna
The roots are holy
This melody strong to lead home

How can I keep from singing?