I had an awful dream
where John Coltrane improvised
woke up to a singing finch
guaranteed is his tune recognized.
From the first notes of his melody
I fell for the trustworthy trills
from the triad of lasting love
to the seventh of thrills.

I found kind music inside me
it was strumming a guitar
in a clockwork rhythm
four beats in a single bar.
I found kind music inside me
it had harmless poetry
a catchy harmony
a streamlined sweet melody.

I sank into the noise
the sand of Stockhausen's score
I was lost, but heard your call
your major of joy made me soar
I fused into your sound embrace
the stylishness in your chords
your heartbeat made me feel passionate
your rhymes I keenly explored.

I found kind music...

when Pet Shop Boys chanted It's A Sin
I experienced the wildest spin
when Chris De Burgh sang The Lady In Red
I saw your grace, enchanted
felt like a newlywed.

I found kind music...