Bob, What Are You, A Guitarist Or A Composer Or A Singer Or A Song-Writer?

I but see you strumming the guitar
And nothing else,
But your guitar,
You standing in a pose and posture
Making you an icon.

A guitarist,
Guitarist you standing in a pose and posture
Of your own,
A guitarist,
Standing with the guitar
And playing,
Playing the instrument.

A composer composing music,
A music composer
Composing,
Composing for music,
Music albums,
Musical presentations,
Doing the band work.

And after composing the songs,
Songs written,
Felt during the spur of the moments,
Catching the rhyme and rhythms,
The idiosyncrasies and nuances
Of the speech and the dialect,
You tuning, tuning the word lyrically.

Tuning, tuning
With the band,
Giving words and music,
Exposing words to lyricism,
Setting to music,
Practicing and honing
And the melodies breaking,
The rhythm of life, the rhythm of speech.

You with the guitar,
Bob Dylan
With the band,
The band on the dais,
Readying to play and start
With the musicians
And the band men
Asking the sound men to connect.

And the wires plugged in
And he with the guitar
On the platform
With the band men
Standing as an iconic figure,
A portrait,
A portrait of an artist as a musician,
A folk player.

But you not the sole guitarist,
Your guitar speaking
A different note,
Your life and tradition,
The lessons you learnt from,
The unacknowledged masters
Of jazz, blues, rock and roll
Speaking through your guitar.

Bob Dylan, say you,
Who you are,
A musician, a singer or a song-writer,
A guitarist or a music-composer,
Bob Dylan, say you,
Say you, who are you,
Folk guitarist
Of the beat tradition
In a changing world?