It's Eight O'Clock

It's eight o'clock there's not much to do, I sit and listen to music think about writing a poem or two. Many words run through my mind I want to capture them, put them to paper right away some can be turned into gems. Music can help me along it doesn't stifle me, words come rather quick some won't let me be. If it's a song I really like I sit in my chair and dance, but then the words that want to come don't really get that chance. So I try to block the music out and write what I think, words come much faster then when my brain and words are in sync. Copyright Cynthia Jones Mar.29/2016