M's Poetry
Sweetest Nothing
Sweetest Nothing
Every night at the jazz club
my favorite tune plays
the horns make such a triumphant
they make me feel
like heaven is here
like all my troubles just disappeared
oh it's the sweetest nothing
the sweetest sound
that runs through these veins
another night announces the DJ
time to hear my song be played
takes me away
and I drift to a time long ago
when the world was so simple
these notes the best art form
And every time
the music sounds the same
it's like dancing across beautiful abstract
the words know my name
it serves my soul, colors to fade
feeling this warmth
my own private serenade
that heals me to my core
beyond the troubles....penetrating the noise
I leave better always than before
oh it's the sweetest nothing
the sweetest sound
that runs through these veins
another night announces the DJ
time to hear my song be played
takes me away
and I drift to a time long ago
when the world was so simple
these notes the best art form.....
2007@ Megan Watkins
Every night at the jazz club
my favorite tune plays
the horns make such a triumphant
they make me feel
like heaven is here
like all my troubles just disappeared
oh it's the sweetest nothing
the sweetest sound
that runs through these veins
another night announces the DJ
time to hear my song be played
takes me away
and I drift to a time long ago
when the world was so simple
these notes the best art form
And every time
the music sounds the same
it's like dancing across beautiful abstract
the words know my name
it serves my soul, colors to fade
feeling this warmth
my own private serenade
that heals me to my core
beyond the troubles....penetrating the noise
I leave better always than before
oh it's the sweetest nothing
the sweetest sound
that runs through these veins
another night announces the DJ
time to hear my song be played
takes me away
and I drift to a time long ago
when the world was so simple
these notes the best art form.....
2007@ Megan Watkins