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



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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