I used to listen to this,
it was called a New Age sound
Wyndam Hills label
I found myself compelled by
such simplicity,
a drug of sorts
because the music could not
take me places
i couldn’t go alone,
I felt there was someone with me,
all the time,
sitting at the keyboard
with a sweet smile
because he too
wanted some quiet,
but a purposeful journey
I’m struggling tonight,
because I’ve forgotten how to write.
I told a friend of mine,
I’d lost my words
and I couldn’t tell you where they’ve gone
traveling somewhere on their own,
waiting for the sound,
waiting for George,
he’ll repeat himself,
and there’ll be no carnage …
only sweet love.
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