Melody runs beneath it
Jai Ganesha!
The focal point of his Spirit
the man was vocal
in most every regard
The pursuit of astute phrases
beguiled his appetite
even in the midst of silence
The poet’s soul, a local bard
and extraneous verbiage
A mirror with two sides
Melody runs beneath it
Little bug was so pleased
with soulful eclectic funk
he had discovered in himself
while preparing for the day
that he practically
danced right on past his destination
before he realized it…
A big joyous sound swelled forth
from lips and instruments
like a huge wave
in a happy storm
People dancing in the aisles
waving arms and wagging heads
Young and old alike
jubilant, energized
filled with holy Spirit
Awake, aware, alive!
