Now he has the privilege
Of being in his seventies
Reminds me of the voice of the young
Yoko Ono in the sixties yes I was there
Or some fine old single-stringed
Instrument with only the right notes
Left to play what is it about music
That finally makes us human
Touching something
Beyond ourselves inside
That makes us laugh or cry
It may be sweet or dissonant
But it knows if we live or die
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