Playing the Arts

The magic is to have it 
play in your head
When the music is your muse
and true wisdom is said
Into the microphone as you're home 
to a couple of guitars
Playing to the sound you've found 
while displaying the arts
To rock and roll 
as they go on with the strong beat
One is a bass as the other escapes 
into the rhythm as you meet
In the room to resume 
the way the drummer rolls 
the cymbal being nimble 
humming in your soul
Capturing the rapture
As you are fast for your backyard band 
where you hear the playing 
all the time swaying 
In the way you carefully stand 
Holding the mic as you like and start to sing these words
La, la, la, ...la, la, it is the way the song is heard
you have always swallowed 
every word as you've dream t     
In the night alone 
Better get ready as the crowd rocks steady
Because they are not leaving for home
For they've found what they came for
To see the band play on stage
It is part of the scene to play hard and scream
When they lean forward engaged
My friend the end is not to pretend
The way into the heart
It is to descend from your end
and stay with playing the arts