Something in the way she smiles
Sends vibes that feel so transcendental
Blonde with bright gapped smile and blue eyes
The musos fought for her heart
Composing her songs with art.
Something when a guitar weeps
Intense with riff or pulsed stucatto
Warfare waged with warm words winsome
They begged her to take their hand
She slipped them like grains of sand.
Something still about her now
Alone and listening to her anthems
Something in her smile still shows me
When she’s near composers write
She’s still Wonderful Tonight.
Something in her knowing eyes
Sent out a wave of inspiration
This plebeian poem limps lowly
Remembering Layla’s air
My poetry cannot compare.