find strength

where music

lives and breaths

birthing thoughts

like babies

crying loud

in any language

no matter

if with ten toes

or twelve

with brown hair

or blond curls

crying is crying

like music

that calls us

to the band

playing the jazz

we need to hear

night or day

even in our sleep

when dreams

get deep

with smiles

until the moment

when that universal

song wakes us up

ain’t no doubt

it’s that

crying kid








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