Melophobic Storm
By Jonathon
Boom! Crash! Crackle!
I'm thrilled to touch Mrs. Elise's ivory lips,
connecting enough to make Beethoven jealous.
To waltz in B flat, just for a minute,
while Minuet G rocks my world.
The Beetles crawl up my memory lane,
to drop by and say hi,
as they fade off into history.
Tupac shakes hands with Bach,
and my fingers tap dance on elephants tusk,
polished, and carved painfully to perfection.
Great artist jot down notes,
as they flow through the core of their hearts,
and float to the cloudy blankets of pride.
Yes, you historians have rested for now,
hear the thundering call of despair.
Come back and rain your greatness on
the tree of intelligence below your throne.
We miss the classics!