What’s music to you Ma?
It’s the lyrics of the love that support my existence.
It’s the voice of the rush I work in.
It’s the bass of the speed and hard work I expect.
It’s the rhythm of my feet as I walk to work.
It’s the melody of the machines I handle.
It’s the sound of the demands, which raises me up.
It’s the whistle of the vigor on flame.
It’s the contentment of being me.
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