3 am
Up again
The house is still
Soft jazz keeps
Me company
While I write
Words of poetry
Very faintly
I start to hear
A hidden drum beat
In the music
It is low, subtle
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
It is a heart beat
Hypnotic
Rhythmic
The night now alive
The beat pulls at
My consciousness
Brings me closer
To the speaker
Starts to thrum
In my blood
I am entranced
Enchanted
Fascinated
Who is this musician
Who has stolen stealthily
In these wee hours
And seduced me
With this clandestine
Percussive beat?
Wonderful! I love jazz and could imagine the feeling and scene. Great collage, too.
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Thank you so much
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Enchanting, to steal your word!
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You are very kind
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