03 Nov Melody

You let your fingers to a rat-tat-tatting
Across weighted keys,
With that jazzy little whisper
on the tip of your tongue like

“One, two, three, four
Left step, one more,”
Voices hum,
they do
as you run
one to the highest octave and back down again.

It’s that black river music

That’s rushing down and strums to the

Beat of my drum, drum, drumming heart

A one, two, four

Steps, once more.

Andante y cadenza

As you dip into the flamenco form

I whip my skirt in the air

You press your foot to the pedal

Rocking to your own groove

And when my heart goes a sing, sing, singing.

Hey there, piano man

Hey there, drummer on the stand

Hey there, hey there

Strum, strum, strumming to the beat of my heart.

Hey there, singer man

Hey there, dancer

Hey there, musical painter

Drumming. Strumming. Humming. Running.