Music Comes Alive Poem by Steven S. Walsky
Music Comes Alive
The music was a blend of Irish and Americana,
echoing the roots of bluegrass in the Emerald Isle.
And when the Lass walked through the door,
did many a man's heart miss a beat;
for she gave meaning,
pulse,
to true Irish and Americana country rhythm.
She was five foot ten,
her legs reached the sky.
And when she
climbed the stairs,
in tempo to the lively Irish tune,
her well fit jeans
did echo a dream;
was not just the music did manly hearts swoon.
Then, standing at the balcony rail,
watching the band play,
many an eye below was on her smile;
many an eye
on this smile of a vision.
A smile making the night shine
as bright as the sun,
a smile that made the music come alive.
Chamomile and Whisky Band. “… formed in the Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia in the late winter of 2011…With each of the members coming from different musical backgrounds the songs melded into a new sound… with shades of rock, Americana, Irish, gypsy, and old-time sounds…”
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(music comes alive, copyright Steven S. Walsky 2014, all rights reserved.)
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