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Music, Music, Music

moves me like a bus

ride to school each

day taking me closer

to new learning.



The melody plays and

I tap my foot to its

rhythm, pitch, and

timbre as I try to

hum along.



But "my" voice is too

weak to match the

strength that is your

song.



The words are so sweet

and pure that they echo

harmonically like the

soft voices of Angels.



Or like Billy Wilder Jr

from Heatwave singing

Always and Forever or

Sho Nuff Must Be Love.



Or like George Benson

singing A Star of A

Story.



Or like James Moody

blowin his horn on

Moody's Mood.



The music is beautiful

but, the words...the

words give it and

substance enough for

any Periodic Table of

Elements.



I mean, this should be

called Lyricium.  Too

hot to handle.  Too

cold to hold.  Too

smooth not to groove

to.  It has hold of

my soul.



Every song has a lyric.

Either sung or unsung

by sons and daughters

of rhythm.  



Kiss me completely

with love on my mind

and a song in my heart.  



Make me muscially adept

while bringing me...



lycically correct.