The Stones and the Ramones

Social Distortion, out of the LA Punk scene

even Miles and Coltrane

She doesn’t need them

 

Still, in that void, there is a rhythm

found in her eyes, and in her heart

I let the sound sweep over me

It makes its own music

 

I listen to it over and over

A melody so beautiful

it can make you feel sorry

for blueberry pie

 

Her music has a piano

that finds our note of joy,

and a saxophone too,

that cries soulfully

somehow saying what I feel

 

I don’t know if she understands

the music she makes for me like I do

even though I can feel it plainly

simply when she breathes