For Nehemiah Leftwich

Down Schubert Way he loves to play,
His fingers trip there night and day.
Each tender trill and deep’ning chord,
Each upward lane on ivory board,
Up-gathers in his soul a feel,
A heart-felt something so ideal,
That in the tone of love’s last note
He’s like a bird on air afloat,
Serene in joy that has its say
When he trips sure down Schubert Way.

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1 Response to For Nehemiah Leftwich

  1. solhls says:

    Lovely, and I didn’t even know he played.

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