The Groove

It’s uplifting, its baseline, its rhythm, its beat

Its layers, its lyrics, its rhyme, it’s sweet

Your head phones, your time, your zone

The thoughts while listening to music on your own

Shut your eyes and let your mood just drift

Through the never-ending images, music is a gift

The isolation, the comfort, the chill

The relaxation, the smile, the thrill

The floating, the dreaming, the free falling

the moment you feel your genre is calling

That one song, the tune that’s in your head

Randomly just pops in, like your brain being fed

Your mind, your body, your soul

The moment in time that this song stole

The natural body movements, the sway

The very song you could listen to all day

The sound waves that echo through you mind

Like a sonar bouncing through your head, I find

A record that can make you move without being taught

Loose, rhythmic, the words just come, without any thought

The goose pimples, the electricity, the shivers

Music that flows through your veins like rivers

The magical gift of time travel, that tune

Takes you back, like your still in the room

The flow, the glow , the rhythm , the rhyme

The dance, the trance, the garage, the grime

The soul, the disco, the blues, the hip hop

The rap, the folk, the jazz, the pop

Genres for all types of moods, music just moves

Helps my mental well-being getting down in the groove