Slow Jam

SLOW JAM

Like the first ping, ping, ping on the cymbal,
then the rap, rap, rap on the snare,

Like the bass line that thumps, echoing each and every beat of my heart,

Like the piano that plays on, pouring out endless melodies of cascading chords,

You swirl with refrains that pull me closer and closer until I am completely surrounded by the harmonies that play the heart-song that is your dance.

You are the slow jam that sways in my heart, the steady rhythmic rock that haunts my soul.

Play another slow jam so that I can feel the love of your song again.