(by jann c. castor, 18th of June, 2002)

this echo
was just a remindance
of my past

but nothing really happened.

She gave me a kiss and walked away
leaving me in awe.

She said:
It is you I painted
and I was daunted by you at that time.

I stood there, shy like a schoolboy,
delighted by the magic
she conjured.

There it was
a painting of a man playing guitar
for the muses
that never came to be. back

copyright  Jann C. Castor  © WGA 2002