Favourite Music

Today somehow can't get my favourite music out of my head
Had rather a long stretch morning of ironing,
but can't do anything like that, without my favourite composers
Don't know how I got it done...but I did every single piece of it

So I started with Beethoven and finished with Tchaikovsky
With the dulcet tones of Beethoven, such sweet melodious sounds.
But just couldn't my teeth into it, needed something to get my blood going
So Tchaikovsky found its way, on to my music centre

And from the first note, I was electrified, not literally you know,
So I started with Swan Lake, immediately it fired my brain
As I ironed the old boys shirts, I was on cloud nine
I ironed on and on, and in my mind, I was waltzing

To that beautiful Swans Lake music, by the time little swans came in
I was dancing with my iron.
That iron was gliding over those shirts, effortlessly I must say,
On and on it went,  ironed shirts sheets even nick nicks,

There was no stopping me, by the time the Hungarian dance came in,
I was floating, floating on a cloud... each note was ecstasy each beat,
Like the beating of my heart,  as I stopped and stood there conducting,
The Spanish dance came in, and so I danced and conducted in turn

By now my blood was on fire,  as I danced and danced with my iron
And then the mazurka came in, and I was lost, lost in time
I had these crazy feelings running through me, must say tears spilling out
The euphoria the manic euphoria inside of me, as I danced on and on.

I smell burning,... oh bugger... I burned the old boys shirt
But what the hell, it matters not...his got plenty more
So I danced ironed and danced... my heart feels so full
By the throbbing, sounds, that's going through me

As I remember Papa saying, darling feel, just feel the music,
As he was trying to teach me,  now I think and say
I do Papa I really do...it feels as if my heart bursting,
With happiness to the majestic sounds of Tchaikovsky
Always has this effect on me.

                           By Connie James.