Okay?

Music is perpetual, and only the hearing is intermittent. - Thoreau

"hey"

listen

the music knows the way

with plenty to say

even more to sway

like a roll in the hay

not just yesterday

but each and every day

so come out and play

go for a cool ride in its slick sleigh

turn black and white to grey

don't worry about being led astray

it never will mislead or betray

come what will, come what may

every day a d-day

carrying rhythmic souls like a blue jay

tether your boat to its quay

feel the rhythmic spray

horses aren't the only ones that, "neigh"

join the frey

let it play

dig deep and don't be afraid to pay

spin something new with its clay

its scale doesn't weigh

turning "them" into "they"

it's okay to dance and clap your hands when you pray

all it takes is the press of a button

and lips that say, "yea"

okay?

Author's Note

"Was awakened in the night to a strain of music dying away, - passing travellers singing. My being was so expanded and infinitely and divinely related for a brief season that I saw how unexhausted, how almost wholly unimproved, was man's capacity for a divine life. When I remembered what a narrow and finite life I should anon awake to!" - Thoreau