Music
Music,
The notes fall off the page
You listen to the beat
The melody that flows
Tap your foot
That’s the groove that you love to listen to
Batcha
The drums go
Tap tap tap
Can you hear it?
I don’t preach,
I play.
I don’t go to church,
I go to a concert.
Life isn’t about servitude,
It’s about the beat.
This is life
Note by note
Symphony after symphony.
We listen;
And we learn.
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