Music

Easily with our ears picked
But mostly with our Feet kicked:
A skirting round a dance floor
Back and forth its entrance door.

No sooner by cochlea’s filtered
Than it is by lips uttered
And by the hands gestured,
As swinging them is nurtured:
Corrupted hips in a non-stop undulation,
Fantasizing eyes, a ceaseless dilation
Every second impressing Rotational Speed
Little or no restraint to heed.

A balm for wounded spirit music:
An eraser of a hurting hiss,
A genre faithfully fanning out pleasantries,
Another volunteering unfamiliar quaintness:
The First, A Melody For The Mild
The Second A Package for The Wild
The Former by Degrees boisterous
The Latter ever willing to be mysterious
A served dish of contrasting choices
By an as much contrasting voices 
Quick millions showers an upcoming talent
A supporting shoulder for the voice with a dent
Curiously to some readers, A Great Help
And when they can’t it reach A Yelp!

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