I can’t hear Santana

I have to feel Santana

When I feel Santana I’m entranced

That’s the time that I move

Into a mental groove which I can’t explain

It’s a Tsunami at a thousand miles per hour

Approaching as a magical mambo

That is the Santana experience

The sexy, seductive silky motion

Of the strings dancing over the fretboard,

Wailing, bending, arching, thrumming

Out the frisson that is Samba Pa Ti

From the fingertips of the Maestro

Who is; Carlos Santana

Peter Mark Wells-Garnett © 25 January 2017

Photo courtesy of Gary Curtis Heller 2015