I'll never talk about what it's not, but I'll tell you what it is
It's the jaw harps sound, clear as spring water in open mouths
It's an echo clear in a budding clearing
And clear enjoyment in the crinkling eyes of a crying wish
And as for my old mentor, his name was Kitten Lips
Because he purrrrrred when he performed on it
Tuesday 12 - Closed it out with a true story. Had some fun for an hour in change. GG.