Instrumental strums
shifting hum to wayward hum
pulling me to space
Guitarish jibes ring
fingers drunk on Nescafe
singer souls out Os
Pulling me to gaze
around corners blending past
with soon and could be
Tens of arms pull strings
against strings, waves rush the air
drums set vibes to march
along we go, and
when we know the words, we sing
heads leaning toward beats
our minds transported
we know a type of Love, while
reaching crescendo--!
And all for one, sure
purpose: Universally,
music moves the soul.
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