Anyone Met Simon?

Hi everyone! And again, I come out of the silence! God help me be committed to blogging.

A friend of mine (who has chosen to be anonymous) wrote the poem below in honour of another friend (mentor-friend, actually) - the amazing piano wizard; SIMON KEYS - and I am privileged to have been granted permission by the former to upload it to my blog. So, here goes:

                                   Anyone Met Simon?

You can always tell
From focus and dedication
Detailed with attention
His hands on the keys
Well graced and accentuated
When he flams his notes
Serenades like sonata
So much in jazz and style
Makes me vibrate my chords
In melodies from the soul
With his so altered chords
Who exactly is Simon?
His mouth or his braids
His fingers or his heart
Can you tell the difference?

Thank God for the Word
Sharper than two edged sword
His mouth wanted to compete
Nearly as sharp as the sword

Those strands on the head
Locked up in fine scales
I feared the bunch like mop
Until my fingers ran through
It's panache and finesse
Represents style and cleanliness
They say its next to godliness
Who exactly is Simon?
His mouth or his braids
His fingers or his heart

Whoever Simon is
His mouth or his braids
He may even be the keys
His fingers or his heart
As long as he inspires on key
Please just let him be!

- Anonymous