
The Music still lives in him
He must let it out….
“The Music still lives in me!”
You almost hear him shout!
Bring him his conga,
Let him pat out the beat.
Play with the harpist –
In Music they meet.
The Music still lives in him
There is no doubt…
The Music still lives in him
He has to let it out…
They’re brought together
By Sting’s “Fields of Gold.”
Rhythm, harmony, melody
All listeners enfold.
The Music still lives in him
And it ALWAYS will…
For Music is living Spirit
Impossible to kill.
Ill health and hospice,
Even the summer’s smoky air
Can’t get in the way;
We certainly don’t care
For when it’s time to make Music
The beat takes command.
Harmony underpins,
The melody sings….and….
The Music still lives in him
There is no doubt…
The Music still lives in him
Together we let it out…
~Celia Ann~ 7/30/18
Beautiful tribute to my father. Thank you ❤️
Wow Celia, you are a Poet too! Loved your post
Martina
Smiling, Bowing – to you
You are a blessing to all, Celia. The healing spreads to and thru you to all. Thank you for sharing your beautiful Spirit!
You have always been so supportive and encouraging! Thank you from my heart!!!