this is a poem by Carissa. thanks alot!

His fingers and bones they electrify life,
Of those whom he passes with his guitar like a knife.

They pierce through the skulls and inject like the poison,
The love for music and the soul and his passion.

The soul with each note with each chord with each word,
Like blood they flow through the veins in his world.

To live is to breathe is to play on his strings,
Hanging by one though, the world for him sinks.

He tries to talk and he tries to write,
But nobody understands the way in his life.

Through soundwaves in skies and clouds that go by,
Music is honest yeah music don’t lie.

To understand Sufi you need to know music,
For music is the win

To understand Sufi you need to know music,
For music is the window and the clock that makes us tick.