Friday, March 2, 2012

My Music Man

Through the window, just after
the moon's come to play,

I'm watching my music man
walkin' away;

But I know he'll be back to
retire for the day,

Just a'singin' a track
with his magical hands;

And my music man's lips--
they've got too much to say.

But I'm caught in his sway,
from my ears to my hips;

He enchants every sound,
magic hangs on each riff;

This man electrifies
all that's left
of my soul,

I hope he still sings me
his song when
we're old.

1 comment:

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