A Simple Pleasure

It's such a simple pleasure,

like chimes upon the breeze,
each note and chord a measure
of his perfect harmonies.

The poet is an artist,
each masterpiece he sings.
He sketches notes from palette.
His brushes are his strings.

His lyrics shared a vision,
as their prophecy transcends
the time, when we were in our prime,
and now become old friends.

And the canvas is his wisdom
of emotions he revives
that paint the portraits of our youth,
and the landscapes of our lives.

It's such a simple pleasure,
like chimes upon the breeze,
his songs for us to treasure,
as our golden memories.