Muze(sic) - work in progress (poem)

Woke up this morning and to my surprise...was a song as soft as the morning sunrise.

whirlwind of mnemonic harmonics
and sweet saxophonics

of carefully crafted
cerebral constructions
and...percussive placidity.

See, it's the sprit of the beat that transcends concrete, that flows from within the people and into the street.

And we sing songs in rhymes of do-re-mi
and in those moments we are free.

..as softly as in a morning sunrise.