Turn on the music, take a trip through the past.
Turn it up loud,
Watch the world disappear.
Let the sound carry you back through time.
Music is the time machine, enjoy the ride.
Music is the drug getting you high.
Music is the medicine healing your soul.
Each note a stepping stone,
A pathway to the past,
Opening a gate of flooding emotions.
Making memories seem like yesterday.
Warm summer nights, and cool Autumn days.
Turn up the sound, and you’re on your way.
Dancing through galaxies near, and far.
Mesmerized by stars.
– Jamie Whorton ©