terribly wrong I am not
when I purely forgot
        to breathe while listening
        to music glistening
from fifty years ago
I never forgot to show
                my heart the rhythm of tubular bells
                ecstatis flooding all my brain cells
the heights are mine
this light cloud nine
                        always gets me
                        the electric guitar lets me
dance when I usually refuse
to let loose in a booze
                                this is my addiction
                                there’s no science fiction
behind it because the genius
of him is so heterogeneous
to mine —

those are my words
his are the musical chords
                                        cheers for the joy
                                        by the ever-young boy
he doesn’t need a pen
when he can give me my zen
                                                through waves of sound
                                                he’s already crowned
with the bent bells —

cheers for the music
Mike.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2023