ODE TO MUSIC
I can feel its rhythm and beat
And also its pulsating pain,
Its music flows complete
Through my arteries and veins.
When I hear my old Hollywood music like gold
And those golden classic tunes,
I forget I am getting old
With time, I become immune.
With my heart’s muffled beats,
As I try to keep my rhythm,
With the tapping of my feet!
Each of its lovely rhythm.
I am in the need of music that would flow
With melody, deep and clear glow.