The music drifts upriver on the breeze,
Tunes bittersweet to match the fading light.
Sweet harmonies sway gently through the trees
And fill the air as dusk gives way to night.

Sweet songs arise anew from forest deep,
Beautiful love songs remembering times
Long gone but never far away, they weep
With thoughts of love, and loss, and reckless crimes

Of passion. The songwriter’s messy swill
Makes its way out, and singers always find
The emotional core in words that chill
The needy soul whose heart exceeds its mind.

The black beauty of the blues takes its toll
When sweet and sour music commands the soul.

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