My friend, Mike, is
a master virtual guitarist,
perhaps the best in the world.

At times, his eyes half closed,
lips slightly parted and
smiling vaguely,
he twitches his fingers
in a barely perceptible way,

And I know he is performing
at Prince Albert Hall,

While Fani, the master aficionada,
gazes dreamily at her musician
and listens with an
invisible rose behind her ear.

Image: Picasso, Pablo. The Old Guitarist. 1903–1904, 
Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago.