As the music brings waves of submission of a essence
Only the listeners can know of its presence
Shifted into the airwaves of clutter
Its a jam session or a night out with each other
Remembering ever beat to every tune
Followed by a unforgiving moon
whistled into the night or day it gives hope
to turn on your radio,cell , tv and be like dope
the smooth melodies of interments and tones
Its even feeling the bass rattle between your bones
Dancing and singing to endless smiles that fill the nights with waves
Of chatter and laughter it gaves
a way forward when sometimes you had to look back
Its a distinct noise that you just react
to feeling a ease in the foundation of building who ever you are
its endless days or nights singing off key in a car
to clapping and rapping and tapping the time away
Music like jazz is here to stay
About the Creator
Blake Robert
I Write to express my own outlook on any giving thing I come across or think about. Please give me insight on things if you have any input to how I can become better at what I do. Remember LoveWhoYouR!
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Oooo, this was so smooth! Loved your poem!