I put in a CD, and out comes a sound
of rock and roll or some soothing refrain
that can stir my emotions or calm me down.
I went on a trip throughout the Beatles’ evolution;
this included their soul-searching song, “Revolution”.
Listening to Pink Floyd or The Moody Blues,
blasts me out of my body to a different realm.
The music of Led Zeppelin as a teenager I heard,
reminds me of sex and getting stoned.
I like techno and alternative, hip-hop and blues, jazz
and reggae are just some of the forms that speak
to that internal rhythm I feel.
Sometimes I’ll play some mellow mantra chanting
and join in singing as it lifts my heart high,
with the sounds of the ancients bringing me home.
Music can be like therapy.
I have some cool compilations that my daughter’s
made for me–she sure knows her mother.
It’s been my religion at times and uplifted my soul,
so much higher than I ever thought it could go.
Music opens my awareness and lets me feel free
and takes me on a path of where I can BE.
Entry for Monday’s Poetry Potluck–a repost: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/