Music makes me smile
After I’ve been sad awhile.
I have no need to frown
When sound reverberates off my brow.
I see colors of orange, red and brown
When the pulsating beat comes around.
The sound of triumph appears
Filling the cavities in my ears.
I tap my fingers on my chair
Forgetting all of my cares.
The melody progresses nicely along
As I think of new words to a song.
Perhaps I will write my own lyric
Without anxiety or fear
Of making a mistake or two.
I just don't want to sing the blues.