The Music Enslaved Us

The Music enslaved us
Night after night
Gypsy jazz and Cohen 
There were no thoughts of going.

Endless notes tumbling through the Darkness 
Weaving magic spells
Chains that entwined us
Songs that would bind us

Spinning us into other realms
Various positions and I'm your man
Dance me to the End of Love
And then the Final Cut

Leonard truly had us rapt
With the words he had conjured
So deep and so apt

Do you still  listen to Cohen?
Spend late nights with Floyd?
Drink red wine with Django
And do the Fandango?

Or have you plugged the sounds of creation 
Tuned your mind to a different station?

I would like to thank the Maestros
For their sublime words and guitars
For joining me through the Ether
Whilst I drunk red wine in bars

You have me enraptured 
Well and truly captured
Your melodies run through me
Your words weave worlds that help me be.