Apollo's New Groove

As Apollo drove the sun into the azimuth,

He knew it was going to be a glorious day.

For he was going to visit his brother Hephaestus,

And acquire a new instrument to play.

Although his trusty Lyre was still of worthy condition,

The acoustic components were sounding a bit drab.

Apollo son of Zues needed something contemporary,

With heavier bass and a more electrifying stab.

Hepheastus’s factory was as clean as ever, 

only the purest oxygen left its stacks,

must be magic, Apollo thought,

for he knew not what the smithman cracked.

Upon reaching the heavily guarded sound room,

Apollo’s heart jumped a bit,

The crasftmanship of his brother never did disappoint,

Could he really master the power of this new instrument?

“BEHOLD!” boasted Hepheastus, “your new Electric Lyre!”

Apoll was astonished, so ergonomic and light,

Only resembling the skeleton of his ancient symbol,

The future never felt so right.

He gently brushed a smooth string, 

BOOSH! zapped a percussive lightning bolt. 

Every chord he struck sent sound waves abound,

He had to restrain the Lyre like a wild colt.

No longer will the Sun god’s songs be dull,

His charged sound permeating all spacetime.

The musician’s melodies have merged future and past,

Bringing forth a new age of pleasure,

Where music harmonizes hearts with a tender grasp.

Now that Apollo has mastered the Electric Lyre,

He may resume his quest,

Of transmuting revolutionary rhythms,

And mending the souls of whom need it best.