From when I found some 45’s, aged ten
A beat-up box of stardust from above
Spherical black diamonds grooved with awe, zen
Wrapped neatly in thin sleeves of brown cardboard
Excitedly I fumbled with stylos
Crude plastic toy, my Fisher-Price player
Hypnotic vinyl disk spun, holed, eyeless
Addicted drug of choice; it's my saviour
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My first hit; harmonies from John and Paul
“She loves you” ringing in my ears; so true!
That moment, Rock and Roll it stole my soul
Flooded my synapses with “love me do(s)”
Small boy and I dancing, bewitched by beat
Two ten-year-olds attracted on playdate
Music took my attention more than he
For our first kiss, a while longer he’d wait
As I was lost in music’s majesty
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Next time my pocket money hit my hand
To local market record stall, I ran
Like kid in candy store, my sweets were bands
Perusing every cover my eyes scanned
Artwork, the feel and smell intoxicates
From there on in, my dreamer’s hideaway
Where memories, emotions I keep safe
Soundtrack to life, the music I have played
My heart’s song is written between the staves
Music, the friend that never left... it stayed
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So many bands, into my ears have strummed
Some lyrics, melodies frequent my brain
My heart, it's slowed and quickened to their drums
Without them, I'd have surely gone insane
Jukebox mind continuously plays tunes
Lyrics have quenched my thirst for poetry
Songs’ inspiration led me to a pen
Without my music, I would not be me
Music will be my solace... to the end
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© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry
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