ARCCORDIONIST

White, black, black...

white, black,

Black, white;

Fingers on the keys activate.

go up, go down,

Stops sometimes.

Following the notes black, eighth, double eighth, or white.

Going to sounds, high or low.
Melody, Rhythm

Everyone is listening to him.

Under his hat,

He lives his music

He feels it

His arms are moving

So is his whole body.

I am standing,

I’m listening to him.

I like his melodies.

Hence a certain communion,

With this music;

Like him with his accordion.