Understanding rhythm is nothing learned overnight
It’s something developed and tweaked just right
It’s something that everyone can join in and clap
It’s something danced on, twirled around, or tapped.
IT IS SOMETHING.
IT is SOMEthing.
It is something.
Something heard, something seen, something moved, something sang, something spoken,
Something so structured it seems like the streets: Utter Chaos.
Utter these words that sting like a bee
Understand this rhythm started with a small voice that gradually gained ground
Understand that life is more than this sentence and more than this underground sound
So speak into the distance
Speak into this heart.
Come join in this dance… come along, I’ll start.
Rhythm like a heartbeat in the night
Words like a river that flows
Melody like a wind that continues to blow
Music from an angel in bare, clear sight
From truth come the notes that fill the page
Erasing all the rage
Breaking the lock and the cage
Rearranging the storm and the stage
Making a better way
To make music with words, rhythm as you will, to embrace what is simply called today as:
love.
God is love.
-MkM.
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