Holding Sheet Music Poem by Richard Jarboe

Where else would music come from
If not from the soul
Hell, I can't read this riggamaroll
When you sing the blues
You're paying the toll
Everybody knows music comes from the soul.

You're a ghostly looking cat
With a black symphonic rump
Your music makes 'em cry
Your music makes 'em jump
Takes 'em back in time
Helps 'em climb out of their hole
Everybody knows music comes from the soul.

You think about those you serve
You think about how you lost your nerve
You think about how you ran away
You think about maybe running today
But what for?
Everybody knows music comes from the soul.