Music Is…

The notes and words go flowing by,
Some let us ride along.
And for a time, once in a while,
We find a favourite song.

But faithless hearts and fickle ears,
All ensure that will change.
They tempt us then and captivate,
With tunes both new and strange.

A beat that’s new, no beat at all,
They’ll try ‘most anything.
Though when they start to shriek and moan,
I’m not sure they can sing.

But who am I to judge such things,
There’s plenty love that sound.
When fifteen thousand see their show,
Their stomping shakes the ground.

The country crowd’s all boots and hats
And my dog took my truck.
And it don’t matter what you do,
Sometimes it’s down to luck.

The pop tarts sometimes flash some skin,
‘Cause they all sound the same.
And some days that’s the only way,
To snatch at fleeting fame.

Some classic bands are still around,
They sell out concerts too.
So long as there is someone who,
Reminds them what to do.

But I will share this truth my friend,
It’s down to you and l.
Whatever songs we love are “great”
They help our spirits fly.

Cheers, Winston