Rhythm of the urban jungles
Sultry drum and bass heat, which
retreats, the rage of gangsters
and brings cold warehouses to life.
You are the sound of girlfriends past,
whispering in my ear.
Haunting vocal melodies
from when I sweat away her fear.
The memory of a goddess I lost to the night.
You are the sound of my fathers keys
brushing against his wheelchair.
Metal on metal, anchored for easy access,
as he pushed his way through life…
All that is left is music.