i heard a nightingale sing

in a low croon that heals aching hearts,
and the countless raw wounds in the audience.

the guitarists were amazing too,
completely and utterly
emersed in their world of music

and when she murmured,
"thank you, ladies,"
an uplift of lips,
in response to some fans,

i felt myself flush at the sexy tone.

smooth, rich, thick--
i could drown in her songs

pity that she didn't sing
"The Prettiest Thing"

i would've like to hear it