R.I.P John Fahay
red pony
from the opening notes that trickle
down my spine and to my imagination,
I’m lost betwixt reality and the old West
in a fantasy land of gunslinger’s,
your haunting melodies rapture my ears
sat around a red skied campfire,
ground rumbling in gentle undulations
as a sheriffs pose on the horizon pelt,
your genius guitar playing takes me
your musical compositions enthral,
I’m dressed in a stetson and a dusty coat
in my minds eye I clearly see it all,
from the first time I heard you play
to the last time I put down my guitar,
you will forever be my ethereal angel
wielding music to take my soul far
