Surfer Rob’s Vernacular Spectacular!

Music guitar — (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

I may not always say the right things,
and sometimes I might be wrong;
but stick with me so you can see
where I was getting my groove all along.
I know we all have bad days
that make us feel so all alone;
we’re fighting wars, we’re people-poor –
or so it seems – risking flesh and bone,

But music will speak for the soul,
and love will speak for the heart;
What I said / you heard are only words
And to communicate is such a tricky art.
When we talk we only try,
and when we play that’s a better start
to the sound of us as synchronous,
harmony and heart.

So if you were to look over,
maybe you would see me grinning;
I’m sonic glue, singing next to you
tomorrow you’ll forget that your head was spinning.

Because music speaks for the soul,
and love will speak for the heart;
What I said / you heard are only words
And to communicate is such a tricky art.
When we talk we only try,
and when we play that’s a better start
to the sound of us as synchronous,
harmony and heart.

For today’s prompt I wrote a letter in my dialect, my accent: lyrical.

What do you think I should call it? Music Speaks? Throw me a frickin’ tone here, if you have a suggestion you’ll let me use!

This post was prompted by today’s Daily Post prompt.