A Life Without Music

If
I cannot listen
to the sound of music,
guitar playing
steel pan beating
sweet echo
of a melodious voice –
reggae or rock
calypso bacchanal,
as I watch
the Atlantic rushing
to wet my feet,
let my coconut water
and rum
dance like the waves,
then I’d rather
turn the light out
from the blue skies
because I have no life to live;
deep in my heart
a life without music
is a life without love.

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