LIVER POOL

Her soul, a fusion divine, Music intertwine Where Something meets stormy seas, And Eleanor Rigby finds her sweet release. She sings the Ballad of John and Yoko's strife, While Howlin' Wolf's ghost haunts the night, Her voice a whiskey-soaked lullaby, A bridge between love and midnight's cry. For in her, the Beatles and the blues collide A symphony of joy and sorrow intertwined A troubadour of music's timeless muse, Where every note tells a tale, both old and new." In the rhythm of Abbey Road's stride, And the Delta's slow, soulful glide, She dances through Strawberry Fields, Where heartache heals and passion yields. She strums melodies from Yesterday, Her laughter bright as a Yellow Submarine, A kaleidoscope of Sexy Sadie’s sway. In the echo of her Lucy in the Sky eyes, I found Sgt. Pepper's whimsy and rhyme, Across the universe, her love me do, In every twist and turn of Abbey Road's time. She dances through Strawberry Fields, Where heartache heals and passion yields. For in a magical mystery tour so sweet, Where love is all you need, complete. She’s a twist and shout of pure delight, In Penny Lane's sunlit glow Where memories gently flow. Barbers' tales and banker's stride, Echoes of a city's pride. Firemen rush with gallant grace, In their station's steadfast place, Children laugh and buses hum, Underneath the Liverpool sun. Here, where time spins its reel, Past and present softly kneel, In Penny Lane's eternal sway Lives entwined in melodies play. Every corner, every lane Whispers stories, love and pain, In this tapestry of dreams, Where Polythene Pam forever gleams. Nostalgia, memory, and passage of time And Hey Jude is my only solitude.