I think so, he said, I nodded and made a note of it on the page
Was she singing in tune to the drummer or that guy on the keys?
Perhaps it was both, her lyrics held me in check, weak in the knees.
like a rumble of emotions, the words ripped a hole into my soul
the sticks beating in time to the foot tapping, my fingers on a roll
floors shaking, it's the music we are making, walls quaking
the words meant more than the scratches on the paper are taking.
This is where I lost track of who was listening to who,
the writer and the Ukelele singer are one where we were two.
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