Mistress of Song
In the melody of the night
Pitter pat pit pat pitter pat
The strings move towards
The harmonious, never flat
Hark, I hear the maidens play
Their enlightenment of the evening
Escaping the trolls of the day
Saving their sanity, quite believing
In the factors of music
Playing without discourse
Never a sour note from her fingers
And the drums all play with rhythm
The sound is nothing out of sorts
A factor of timbre and cypher
Being the mistress of song
She taps to the beat like it’s life itself
Tip tap tippity-tap tap tippity-tap
Sounds erupt with corruption
Being blasted
And words seem meaningless
Between the life of the song
And music being portrayed
By her fingertips, by the strings
And the tambourine playing along
Power within the internal play
Moving hearts to forever
Be at play
Russell Sivey
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