Heart&Soul: Music

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The saying goes, to each his own,

A stack of notebooks, filled with poems,

Some make beats,

But I make tones,

Word play on the page like a saxophone,

A rhythm I like to call my own,

A pen and a page,

Now, baby, let’s bone.

Let’s make sweet music all night long,

As the clock tick tocks ‘til the break of dawn,

I’ll be caressing this page with my sweet love song.

It feels so right,

So it can’t be wrong.

Damn, I’m on,

I must prolong,

Cause to quit on this ish,

I can’t condone.

Like a lost child, without a home,

Me, without words, I couldn’t go on…

the sweetest escape i've ever known....

Heart&Soul