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Nothing like the last minute before you start the show when the air is rare, and the faces there clearly pining for that first note Nothing like the last time When you gave it your all sweat pouring down, smoke in the air, and you're commanding the entire hall. The music in the air tonight Will flow forth from    my ocean   soul. The people dancing, singing, laughing, Some studiously ignoring, (who happen to find my music boring) Will, once again,    make me whole.          The vibes we give and the vibes we get, and the vibes we have to just forget,   All of it is glorious, though glory comes at a heavy cost. Nothing ventured, nothing gained or lost. I've no regrets about the rewards I've tossed.    Nothing like that first blue note, When the gathered folks hear The songs I wrote. Some with face like stone, And some with Their minds blown, Everybody gathered here is beautiful, in a cosmic light of their own. And the music shall be known. The messenger birds have already flown, and the music shall be known, and The music shall be.                                       And is.                               Now, and Then....    I gotta remind myself to learn the club owner's name, So he will have us back                                        again.
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Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 3:39 PM UTC
And The Music Shall Be
Nothing like the last minute before you start the show when the air is rare, and the faces there clearly pining for that first note Nothing like the last time When you gave it your all sweat pouring down, smoke in the air, and you're commanding the entire hall. The music in the air tonight Will flow forth from    my ocean   soul. The people dancing, singing, laughing, Some studiously ignoring, (who happen to find my music boring) Will, once again,    make me whole.          The vibes we give and the vibes we get, and the vibes we have to just forget,   All of it is glorious, though glory comes at a heavy cost. Nothing ventured, nothing gained or lost. I've no regrets about the rewards I've tossed.    Nothing like that first blue note, When the gathered folks hear The songs I wrote. Some with face like stone, And some with Their minds blown, Everybody gathered here is beautiful, in a cosmic light of their own. And the music shall be known. The messenger birds have already flown, and the music shall be known, and The music shall be.                                       And is.                               Now, and Then....    I gotta remind myself to learn the club owner's name, So he will have us back                                        again.
A love poem about music and life, with a little comedic tag at the end.
#music#love#life#blue#note#song
Written by
JAMSchmitt
29/M/New York State
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 3:39 PM UTC
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