Hey all,
I put on some jazz before I started writing tonight, and this little ditty came out.
I hope you enjoy ❤️
Doo-buh-doo, doo-buh-doo—
The music drifts up from the streets below.
Skee-ba-dah, skee-ba-dah—
She feels the beat deep inside.
Bah-dah-hum, bah-dah-hum—
Rising, she dances about the room.
Soft orange light flooding in from the street. Bright yellow flashing off and on like she’s the star on a giant stage.
…
When the sun comes up, she wakes, like every other day.
She dresses and straightens her name badge before heading to the diner.
With every order, she dreams about the night before,
in her cramped apartment,
all alone,
on the stage she imagined.
Math is Everywhere 
Nice when the words come flooding in!
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Yeah!!!❤️ I think Jazz and classical just do that; they tell a story, any music do that for you?
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I love jazz, and I love the rhythm of this piece!
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Omg me too and yay! I’m glad a fellow jazz-lover liked the rhythm 😁
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Your words are like music! This is lighthearted but yet the same time, triggers deep thoughts…Your writing always mesmerizes me.
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Wow, really?! Thank you SO much! I’m so happy to hear my words spoke to you, I love when they flow out with little editing and you can just share with friends and they get you, ya know? ❤️
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