Weekending, Disgracefully Late Edition: IV

House so full that there aren't any empty rooms,

home overflowing with smiles and chatter.

My student wins first place

in a difficult guitar competition,

I hear ten of my students perform

a fantastic concert,

I have two long gigs myself

on a guitar that is happy to be played again.

Dear visiting friends keep this place 

filled with music all week long:

guitars on the porch, in the den, 

on the couch, 

in the dining room,

in the grass.

Late night glasses of wine

sipped over conversations

of life, living now, love;

early morning walks 

to the local bakery right down the street

for coffee and donuts.

Harmony skipping along

the sidewalk singing 

Twinkle twinkle, little star.