Trombone Saxophone set a mood
Lead guitar leads the way...

Gone the age of the innocent
Taken near on seven decades to get me here...

A man in rage is a sorry sight to behold
Shame on me...

Asleep at dawn? You just missed the best
The world has brushed its teeth...

I got your back you got mine
When times are tight...

A warm embrace
A smile...

My heart speaks within my being
Reminiscing; it's an old man thing...

Puppet moves; rap breaking a dance
Wiggling gyrating and synthesizers...

You have to have a chance, to take it
You need the ball to play...

Crying is the affirmation of feeling
Feeling being the only authentic compass in life...

Music soaking up my brain
Oh! How I love music...

Back in time, now lost in noise and silence
Relegated to what seems to be another life...