Music is a strange thing.
It's nothing.
But again,
It's everything.
It dwell in my heart
It make my feet moves around
To the rhymes sounding.
Her entr'acte is a lover's delight
Her spell gesturing to me at moonlight
Fragrance of an enchanting sunlight.
It can be hot;
It could be cool
Though some like it cold.
Everyone enjoys their own genre
I like the genre of old
Just enjoy your own genres.
Music is the awaiting guest of honor
The Deejees choice could be a horror
The choir will always like the chorus.
At every occasion,
Music remain a special guest
The music makers are life saver.
Play it when sober
Enjoy it when you're happy
Let it feel your heart like a burning flame.
© Prince Ojoka
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