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
© PB 4\3\2019. Last stanza added 6\3\19.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
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
© PB 4\3\2019. Last stanza added 6\3\19.
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