Mrs. Music Poem by Carlos Ornelas

Making love inside my blood-stream is she...

Moody baby music lady
To command me and obey me
To defend me and betray me
And return me to a daydream.

High notes, scales, triads diminished
Til the compositions finish
From Bach to Tupac; Timbuktu
Classical or hip-hop blues.

Her grooves: Scoops of endangered fruits
Love and Ice-cream scented juice
Philharmonic Gothic tunes
Universal cosmic groups.

Play me something semi-sweet
May the Angels press repeat
May ye rest upon the seventh,
To play music up in heaven.
P.X
12.18.2013