Love the music , my body moves to the sounds
The sights tge words the hearing of voices yes
The guitar and piano break me down, roll me up
Bump and thump and grind, grin, grump me up
I am the center i am the muse the listener the so
Beneficiary of this vibrations to sounds to rhythms
And beats that grind me to a mush a pulp, I am the
Syrup, that honey, I am the nuts, too, so bemused
So enthused, I cry I sing out of tune with that piano
On the rolling credits of the series “ succession “ ,
I love that out-of-tune, out-of-style, rough gruff
So around the edges like pledges to never be tame
Tamed timid tampered tempered, tested YES, by
Myself as effected and affected by my all around
So with my glass of Chenin, my Loire my Vouvray
I head over to the tele on our wall to catch some
Of Joni as she sings her stories that probe my strings
Like a violin I will screech stretch scratch my self!
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