The Singer

I never noticed the drum
Until I heard you
I assumed they were tapes
Flipped from side 1 to 2

But you were so loud
It pierced the arena’s space
I looked thru the crowd
Until I saw your face

It was contorted with pain
And your hand was over your ear
But the noise coming from your mouth
Was music to my ears.

I had never heard a man
Sing with such emotion
You moved me with your song
It gave me the notion

To walk right up to you
And shake your hand
But I realized how much it took
To reach that higher land

So I respectfully watched
As you sang those beautiful songs
Songs that were forgotten
And would’ve been lost before long

I admire your stamina
And your ability to write
The songs for our people
So that we just might

Carry on the traditions
Of a people that was proud
They are smiling at you bro
From high above the clouds

Please carry on the songs
That make us want to dance
And from just one person, thanks
For giving us the chance.

Smokin' Ace

I wrote this poem with a certain singer in mind, but I think it can apply to many others.


[This message has been edited by Smokin' Ace (edited November 19, 2000).]