A certain kind of music

 When I heard your song pumping at my front door

 I danced with you but felt out of place on the floor     

You played it loud and the rhythm was too syncopated      

 At one with the beat, you moved around alone elated

  it took you places I could never go with you

 As I stood watching waiting never knowing what to do

 in a time warp I’d gotten used to a certain kind of music

 With snappy melodies and words that rhyme and repeat

 Simple songs you could sing in the shower or mind's eye

 And never to look for meaning in the verses or rhymes