The Jazz Melody |
by E. Lydia Day |
Sometimes I am Away from the world And all I see Are the notes That so majestically And with great ease Soothe as they swirl all around me Leaving me In a Type of bliss That allows Crowds to pass me by Mobs to slay And riots to break out Right before my face No, not today Those situations will not Remove me from my Pleasant place You see in this state A spy couldn't break in Even posing as my friend A thief would even Have to find a new crease To shake through To snatch me from this peace |