The air is often filled with sound of Song, often not much thought is given to why it belongs, or makes us want to sing and maybe dance along:
What is a song?
But a band of frequency played
Echoing through the channels
Of a Mind on any given day
Bellowing out emotion
Tunes of varying kind
Tears of sorrow’s lost
Or those yet to find
The words strike a chord
That channel to the heart
Remembrances of yesterday
Lost from the start
Flashback forward
Melody’s genre play
The artist’s voice insignificant
It’s what the images say
Unresolved to intent or ploy
Skip to the next beat
On I-pod toy
‘Til movement finds its feet
