The notes talked, of strange desires.
The keys echoed, of strange dreams.
The saxophones belted out, strange pains.
The guitars riffed, strange pathos.
The instruments musically proclaimed,
What the the strange lips and hearts were too shy to mouth…
Isn’t it strange how just few strange lyrics in a beat,
would create some stranger in the midst?
Ah, strange Music….
© copyright 2010 Ayoub Mzee