Hot and humid,I listen to the music,
so stimulating,
I lust for more,
this intense creativity,
the external beauty, the melody,
the internal beauty, the lyrics.
The bar, by the beach,
the heat,
the scent,
the jazz,
it's all got soul.
The scent of this place,
the scent of the sea, fish, cigar, liquor,
the relaxed ambiance,
the elegant glitter,
the air's getting thick with music.
I'm aroused,
enough to make love to the music.
The breeze,
this moment's got it's ease.
The notes seeped through my head,
the music and I have wed.
What were artists thinking?
On the water the stars were glinting.
Artists alive,
I want to jive,
in the music I dive.
The roaring applause,
the artists take a bow and then take a pause.
The music in my head,
I guess I won't go to bed,
I'll go home with the music,
we have wed.
Music in my soul,
music in my body,
music all over me,
the music seized me.
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