Where the music lives
Notes that float
With a beat that gives
This is the place where my life
Comes out to play in the crowd
People who sit there and listen
Wandering in the presence is disallowed
Each note makes up a word
Not many connect the dots
Electricity is in the air
Volatage is not measured in killowatts
Reach out and grab ahold if you dare
Nobody else will care
It's there for the taking for the few who are bold
Striking it richer than the finest gold
Take it and put it close to your breast
When you try to sleep you cannot rest
There will be words that come from the notes
As you begin to ascend to the clouds
Where the mind freely floats
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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