I'm aware of what you hear
the words that flow from my mouth
though it is more to it

you hear the trumpets blow
the arch of a guitar riff
I speak in different vibes

when I'm happy here goes the
chimes

and when in love goes the
saxophone

timbre
congos

when we grow
I, hear mercy mercy me

Instead we
settle with
jazz

and become
an ensemble
together

no opera
just
favorable
flows, no harm.

nice piece!

as I read this, I hear 'harvest for the world' by Isley Bros. good
style of words you chose . . {}

lifE imitates art
-xxx

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

*Musically Moving* I likes ...

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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