All the days someone is told to do something
In all the various phases of the autodidactic.
Despite the preferred propensity to dance and sing
The pressure is only let up when you get sick.
As an introduction to a real work of art,
The first stanza is perhaps a tad unnecessary.
In any case the last line is quite wrong;
The pressure can also let up by this work of art.
Listen as the voice soars with the message.
Listen as the voice roars out the feeling.
Listen to a sound that will never age
As long as someone somewhere still has hearing.
Threaded through time sewn without unduly trying,
Making you blush in those misty vapours of love.
