Every morning I sail to my Island,
My Island where reality is different.
There is peace and love,
Laughter and joy,
It never fails to enthral me.
I step onto the shore knowing
Knowing that all is well
As the sound of Music enthrals me,
Enthrals my body, mind and soul.
It could be the beauty of Brahms,
The melancholy of Chet,
The glory of Mozart,
The power of The Bird.
It could be Johnny,
Johnny Walkin’ the Line,
But I know it will be there,
All the Music I enjoy
As I sit down to read,
To read and write Poetry
On My Island,
My Island of Words and Music