Listen
To the music.
It’s in my veins, and it reigns
And fills my heart with joy,
Music that rocks the soul maintains,
Pleasure since I was a boy.
I watch it on the silver screen,
Or hear it on my radio,
In the car and like a dream,
The music that I know.
I like it cool or classical,
And the hard drumbeat,
And it all is typical,
Of music, I find neat.
There’s Leonard Cohen and the unknown,
Artistes on the rise,
And my mind is often blown,
By a new sound surprise.
Jazz and folk are like a yolk,
Inside an egg of sound,
And like smoke, it spreads its cloak,
To symphonic sound around.
To the beat, I move my feet,
And wrap my body around,
The music moves me, and I meet,
My senses are in sound.
Part of me participates,
A true heartbeat of soul,
Then a rift by Dire Straits,
Music makes me whole.
Listen to the music,
And the Doobie beat
On and on you can’t go wrong,
Head down to your feet.
©
David Rudder
2024
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