Moment of stillness
Silent agreement with the guitarist
And then the voice
Clean-scrubbed and bare
Of a timbre and clarity
That soothes and enflames
Purity of intention
Communicates with the heart
Defeats the tangle of ancient rose
The wall of moldering stone
Thank you for your trust, your touch
Remote, immediate, profound’
Inspired by Adam’s acoustic performance of Whataya Want from Me on Radio Energy.
P.S. If you SHOULD happen to post the poem, please correct my (again) hideous spelling error: soothes… [not sooths] Dare I say my sub-par spelling is an homage to Adam, since he can’t spell either? No?
P.P.S. LOL Annehedonia, I’ve corrected the spelling, but love the spirit of your homage! – Juneau