Music

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You can’t beat that musical beat,

From tinkling triangles

To blaring horns.

A quick ditty

Or grand symphony.

Music can mould mountains,

Oceans and plains.

Make you feel any emotion

Or atmosphere.

When songs and poems marry,

Their offspring are awesome:

“Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality…”

Mercury magic.

Those rhythms run like chugging trains.

They fight pitch battles

Within our brains.

Drums keep beating,

Guitars whine.

Ever repeating

All through time.

Chuck Berry with his rock and roll,

Aretha Franklin, Queen of Soul.

Elvis truly was the King,

Want some crooning?

Play some Bing.

Beatles, Queen or Stones,

Who really cares?

Roll over Beethoven

Bach or Lennon

On your dancing squares.

I know that rap can give you the blues,

But there’s so much music

You’ve got plenty to choose.

Musical memories adorn our minds,

Warm associations

Of nostalgic times.

Paul Butters

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