Amidst the tranquil sounds of nature's hum,
Where crickets chirp and newts make gentle splashes,
There lies a rhythm, subtle yet to some,
A pulse that beats in perfect, steady clashes.

The music of the house, it starts to build,
A steady beat that echoes through the night,
A melody that makes the body thrilled,
A harmony that sets the spirit alight.

The newts in pond, they dance to this new tune,
Their splashes now in sync with every beat,
The crickets join in, singing their own croon,
Creating music that is truly sweet.

And so the night unfolds, in harmony,
Nature and man, in perfect symphony.

Used to make music, now only appreciates others'.

Ponders the connections between music and the human psyche; sound, vision and the urge to get down.

The ever unfinished selection. 
Mostly ideas recorded live or on my phone.

And Some Paintings: 
www.jamesmyers.art

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