Howard Bass

Guitar Solo A poem for Howard Bass by Judith J Bentley, Poet Richmond, VA He held her in his arms His neck muscles, eyes, Black beard, fingers - All in motion to caress her Strings with sounds of lute joy He played her preludes. softly, With such infinite care That she let him take from her What she had to give in Complete trust that he Would not cause her strings to Burst nor play out of tune ----- I was transfixed by his stage presence and musical performance.

I lived two houses away from Howard I always talked to him out at the mall box .very nice guy. I then was at the nursing home and ate all three meals with him. May God bless . Bob Howard !