Sweet Music: a poem by me

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Anyone wondering when I would write another poem? Well, wonder no more...here's a little something for the weekend.

Sweet Music

The guitar starts off slowly

and the strumming builds up pace

The drums erupt, hot and heavy

as the tempo starts to race

In bounce the bass beats

joining them together

waiting for the harmonies

to use them as a tether.

Some lyrics tell a story,

others are more a quiz

of love, of life, of peace and war,

of what's not and of what is.

With a pulsating chorus

that makes you move and shake

Your body finds a locus

where you can twist and quake.

Your skin now damp

with the sweat of the cadenced dance

Crank up the amp

your body doesn't stand a chance.

As it begins its crescendo

the passion now at peak

the rhythm starts to then slow

and the music starts to speak.

The melody returns to you

like an old familiar friend

whose heart will be pure and true

to the very bitter end.

Kate x