Harmonic Tyranny
Chords in the music give me wings to fly,
choosing me above all to lift to the sky,
harmony filled with helium to keep me drifting
among the balladic clouds and star dust sifting.
Tyrants that live deep within the chordal structure
cleanse my soul and make it pure and purer
as the divinity within me captures the sound
and gives me wings to send me heaven bound.
An ode to the tyrannical sound that lifts my spirit
and to the beautiful chords that make me hear it.
They dictate how my heart’s to feel and respond
as they fly me to the sky and to the deep beyond.
They show me the beauty of my forgotten paradise
and coat it with sugar and exotic spice.
They sing to my soul made sweet by their charm
and show me where all the angels are.
They give me love sonnets and make them rhyme
and mix them with frankincense and exotic thyme.
They force my heart to quicken the pace
and transport only me through time and space.
M-m-m-m-m the sweet aroma of the music dust
as it takes me to where I devoutly trust,
and the harmonic tyrants who rule my heart
as I listen to the music right from the start.
Harmonic tyranny move me again
and let not the music ever end.
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