Sweet Music, Play for Me....
sweet music play for me
that dirtiest of jazz clarinet that speaks to
puts the rhythm in my step
and the bounce of my head
divine in me the heart of N'Orleans
and all the promises that its kept
from the crowds in the streets, to the souls below
show me that bright magenta, teal, and yellow
painted in my ears through the song that is your own
bellow your trumpet, beat on your drum
smile for the masses, while your blues keep you down
-but not out-
Please,
sweet music play for me
the country song strummed on acoustic guitar
whispering the emptiness of a long and lonesome road
how to walk the line after midnight, the wrongs of the path you chose,
how to feel when you see two cigarettes in an ashtray,
and what every performer feels when the curtains start to close
hit the chords of your banjo solo
that shows every individual that they are no island
unto themselves
teach me the strength it takes to be a man,
while I cry softly into my beer
I ask
sweet music, play for me
our favorite golden oldies 60's tune
I want to get up and dance to your electric jive
and a voice that has to croon
sing of forbidden romance, and times we had to move
tell us the story of when times were tough
but we, as a country, still shaked, rattled, and grooved
play that song that we first kissed to in our '58 Belaire,
give me that simple progression that sticks in my head
I can't help but whistle to as I walk to her house
with flowers in hand
finally
sweet music, play for me
the rhythm of the streets, the beat of my heart
the backdrop-improved-feel-the-shakin-of-my-soul
hip hop
the rap that rides its rhythm from its body, its creator
where the only instrument played is a narrator
tell your story,
(how in the ghetto you found your glory)
through a
well-throught-keep-the-pace-twist-your-words
rhythm'n'flow
provoke my skate through your raegae cadence
give me a free form or a pre-written template
just steal your insipration from all that came before,
shape and sculpt your voice into something unique
from what was once abroad
sweet music play for me
my memories of glee and fell,
tug in my core my heights and my depths,
my smiles and my tears,
play for me in solitude,
and when I'm in the company of those held dear
sweet music play for me
the language of the universe that's only understood
by me,
by you,
and by the twinkling of the stars
sweet music...
play for me
for Ruby's 'sweet music play for me' AFG challenge
By spyboygreen
© 2007 spyboygreen
(All rights reserved)
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