**dedicated to music...
dedicated to Jackson Browne and Van Morrison...
whose music was my first true poetic inspiration.
They are poets first ...


~Turn On The Music~

Turn on the music ... let it carry me away,
God, I love the way it feels ... please let the music play.
Turn it up LOUD ... I want to feel the songs run thru my spine,
I want to feel every note ... make each word become mine.
Turn it up louder ... I want to feel the base surge right thru me,
I want to taste the rhythm ... touch the sweet harmony.
Sitting in front of the speakers ... feel those vibrations run up thru my chest,
crank it up louder at the guitar solo ... that's the part I like best.
Spare me all the lectures ... I've heard them all thru the years,
I'm not turning it down ... those words indeed -- fall on deaf ears.
Music is my religion, like poetry ... my only other saving grace,
let the melody wash over me ... all my cares leave without a trace.
So sing my heart once again Jackson ... your songs take me home,
for so many years now ... for your words ... I'm never alone.
Serenade me Van ... take me with you in to those mystical skies,
with in your magical lyric ... all my hopes and dreams lie.
Sing to me your verses ... your poetry put to song,
sing to me your secrets ...  your words have helped to keep me strong.
My one true constant ... my quiet comfort on those long, lonely, nights,
your words held my heart ... and for a while, made the world seem right.
So turn on the music ... then turn it up loud so I can hear every last word,
no matter how many times I've played it before,
when my "brown eyed poets" sing to me ...
it's still the most beautiful song I've ever heard.

Janet Marie


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~LATE FOR THE SKY~
Jackson Browne

Now the words had all been spoken
And somehow the feeling still wasn't right
And still we continued on through the night
Tracing our steps from the beginning
Until they vanished into the air
Trying to understand
How our lives has lead us there

Looking hard into your eyes
There was nobody I'd ever known
Such an empty surprise
To feel so alone

Now for me some words come easy
But I know that they don't mean that much
Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch
You never knew what I loved in you
I don't know what you loved in me
Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be

Awake again I can't pretend
And I know I'm alone
And close to the end
Of the feeling we've known

How long have I been sleeping
How long have I been drifting alone through the night
How long have I've dreaming I could make it right
If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might
To be the one you need

Awake again I can't pretend
And I know I'm alone
And close to the end
Of the feeling we've known

How long I've been sleeping
How long have I been drifting alone through the night
How long have I been running for that morning flight
Through the whispered promises and the changing light
In the bed where we both lie
Late for the sky

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~Into the Mystic~
Van Morrison

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...

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Great writing....I am a lover of music too..it sort of is like medicine for your soul...I can totally relate to this one....
Julie