Finger strumming
finger picking
the lively index finger
of the bass man
becomes
his best friend
taking him
where others
ain’t never going
with strings
from stars
held over bridges
like rainbows
connecting mountains
from valley
to valley
where waters
run clean
into pools
where jazz
finds its way
to the surface
like wood
made strong
long and slender
like the bass
and the man
who plays it
Roger Singer 