Charles
by ALAN OCHELTREE JR.
There is no paper,
with keys and bars.
But still;
sound fills the room.
Notes swirl about his head,
while he tickles the ivories.
Vibrations of the song
emanating from his instrument,
make their way to the ears of his listeners.
-His audience cheers-
The band that surrounds him
plays to the melodic tune,
full of soul,
praise,
and love.
As it began, the song ends-
there is applause,
not a person in their seat.
He stands,
takes a bow
-walks off stage.
However all this legend sees,
is darkness;
even in his brightest moments.
All his work is done
by feeling the music-
hearing what is played.
You do not need to see to become great,
just believe.
Ray Charles did.