Making the Music

I hear a chord It resounds so deep in my ears It feels like the secrete chord That David played to please the lord This chord resounds ding dong in my head like slow-bells A harmony more resounding than symphony Emanating between 12 keys of blacks and whites Hidden in one lock held by Touch-keys Pounding those vibrating strings His fingers bleed between keys As crying strings elicit feelings And stir up my imagination Hmmm! This sound rocks like a classical jazz Mixed up with some blues Just to manipulate a soul Quietly, my head tilts up and down My nerves hum various melody lines My feet tap slowly but steady to the beat And my heart glows in ecstasy Cause, every note he strings raptures my soul Takes me out of the terrestrial Ignites sensational feelings in me like soul And then leaves me in the celestial Together, Let’s make the music But first, Roll out the drums with some strokes Strut in the fret with callused fingers Exhale the flute like a whistle Touch those keys like Touch-keys Hold that mic with some style And unleash the psalms Let the music flow through you like a stream That flows even in your dream Let it hit you where you’ll feel no pain And stimulate your every hidden note For the power of your melody is your own Cause, your melody lies in your soul No one can hum it No one can take it Because, our life walks in our song It only takes a whole tone of faith To master our piece But we must first learn; To embrace our sharps and flats And still don’t B-flat Take a semi-breve to think before we play Never stop at the bar-line And never let the bar-line stop us But always utilize our seconds For our time interval is as short as a half-step