My Song - Poem by Phillip Jolicoeur
There are times I sit and stare,
Into a place, that I am unaware.
Time just stops, and slips away
Takes me to a place I want to stay.
The music starts, its’ a lovely song
I naturally start to hum along.
The lyrics speak to me, the things they say
Sentimentality kicks into play.
The lyrics stop, I hear the beat
I feel the groove and move my feet
The tune gets louder, it feels so good
Positive vibrations take over, the way they should.
The music maker fades in and continues to sing
He tells me about love, says it’s’ a beautiful thing.
His voice is soft, he says grab her hand
Tell her what’s on your mind, she will understand.
Now it’s time, for the second verse
But I’m still stuck with what he said in the first.
I wonder if she’s hearing my song.
Is she smiling? Is she singing along?
Will she see that my feelings are true?
And that this is a love song, I’m not singing the blues.
Will she open up? And will she trust?
This feels too good, right? This is not lust.
What is she thinking? Someday, I may find out.
Is she the one? I have no doubt.
Before I know it, the song has stopped.
The music maker said more, but I was lost in thought.
The beauty about music, this wasn’t my last chance.
I’ll play the song again, and ask her to dance.
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