A Brief Guide To My Jaw Harp Poem by Clive Culverhouse

percussively
I think my way as rhythm
over cloud peaked tops
mountain points like metered dots
and on them stand and pluck, oh see
my breath transcends eternity

introspect
I aim my gewgaw outwardly
to a passing world
and yet it seems I'm not as bold
it searches inward with effect
I am my own play's architect

meditate
a friend who soothes
who heals at home
I play for me and my ear alone
a remedy of beats I incorporate
in my therapeutic style of late

sanctuary
my sound is that
of a honeyed waterfall
hear breath, it's grace over boulders call
a harmonising of beauty's key
be vibrant yet my soliloquy