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after the music
with the lights turned low
and my earplugs in,
I let my fingers dance
to the songs within
I don't know where I am,
where the words will go
but I let the rhythm lead me,
let the word pictures flow--
and when the echo dies
of the last silver note,
the memory of a song
is in the words that I wrote
April 25—Music—write a(nother) poem in response to a particular song or larger musical work (or, alternatively, to a jukebox situation connected to “drunken barroom layabouts” to quote Harlow Flick)
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