'.....Whether It Be The Gods Of Jazz....' Poem by willum c wright

' .......whether it be the Gods of jazz...'

Like the calm persistance of the Laws of gravitation.
The Music pulls the heart, that seeks meditaion.
The Calm, the Quiet, the Deep deep thrill,
that vibrates the body that cant be still.
YOU! Yes You, who moves so sweetly,
swaying your hips. I look so discreetly,
at the shape of your body as it moves to the Beat.
The Band picks it up and stokes up the heat.
You know what you do and how I'll react.
I cant keep still and thats no act.
The frenzy that builds, is all in my mind.
I see you as you sway, so, so, kind.
And as we pass the Bridge, the Beat it slows.
Your body that has danced, danced, it glows.
And now as we reach the final chord.
Our Mantra is one, as sharp as a Sword.
'All Hail the Gods of Music, I say.
To see you dance, any price, I will pay...
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