Swaying sound in the wind like a lost soul
Something special transcends classification
It isn’t meandering but beyond control
You can call it a fixation with an affiliation
Bearing the smell of a distant age
Akin to a smile with attentiveness
It can never bring itself to assuage
Call it a suggestion with a selectiveness
A tender kiss with great effectiveness
An instrument that needs to be touched right at the right time
To be understood and felt because only then is the pleasure sublime
Certainly Doubtful 