I once met a virtuouso,
On a musical avenue,
By some shore,

A pretty genius,
With her wand,
Her guitar,

Her hair was fine,
And fair,
And she was pretty nice,
And pretty sweet,
Not just nice and sweet,
Pretty as in lovely sweet,
Kinda rare,
Like how she plays her guitar,
And sings,
with sweet, pretty tones,
The way sunsets paint blue skies,
With vibrancies of hues,
Landscapes and soulscapes,

She paints as she plays,
Her guitar,
Spontaneously,
Thats what makes her a virtuouso,
And pretty fine sweet
Reynaldo Casison