Make Mine The Music Poem by Mary Champion

He's a man of matter and machines,
Got no use for mystery and dreams;
Shackled to a world of chrome and steel.
What he sees is all he takes as real.
Racing through his life on powered wheels,
No time to ask his heart the way it feels.
But somewhere there's a hunger in his soul
That all the high-tech wonders can't control
And screaming through his mind her hears the call…..

Make mine the music!

Lying in his lonely room at night,
Or out among the flashing neon lights;
Roaring down the freeway, God knows where,
The need to feed his soul is always there.
In the city streets and smoky bars,
Reaching for a bottle or the stars,
There's part of him that won't lie down and die.
And though he never stops to wonder why,
He knows he can't resist that urgent cry….

Make mine the music!

Make mine the music!
Turn on the music!
So you're the man of matter and machines,
But don't you know you're only fuelled by dreams.
And I'm the part of you that will not die,
I drove you on until you learned to fly.
Now I need something sweet to take us high…..

Make mine the music!