Let Music Be The Food Of Love Poem by Alan Sandham

If music be the food of love give me access to it!
Let saxophones full-throated moan,
Let violins sweetly drone,
Let the piano player pound out that tune,
And make it dance and make it soon!

Let my poor heart quicken!
Feed me, lest the want of music sicken!
Let no-one leave here kind of blue,
Cool or Hot just play it true,

Make it tango, make it salsa,
Make it some kind of waltzer,
But whatever jazz you play
Play it now, for us, today!