In the music

Rainy nights, azure skies, moon,
Windy mornings have moods too
Blues on blue mornings don’t quite
Compliment the colours aim
Pop cans, pop smoke, pop corn and pop up ads
paint party songs unworthy
We thrive in indies, with singers and songwriters
In poetry, with the alternatives
For the New Age, the Celtic.
Orchestral for when the voice of God fades
We thrive in jazz,
sniff them till each string is a drug
Electronic Dance for when we promise large concerts to our bathrooms
And days when we feel smart enough
We let the folk lead us in worship
Warships make hiphop sounds
Every rap lyric a bullet from the heart
I heard it isn’t music if you can’t dance to it
I say screw your moves.

LARDO