The music began to play,
Today, Santana was my choice.
Oh, that wondrous Latin beat
Caused me to abandon my poise.
I threw my head back and laughed,
My feet moved of their own accord.
And as I shook my money maker,
My joy in just being alive soared.
Music connects us the universe,
Reminding us to get up and be free.
And when the darkness descends,
A cure for the blues music can be.
Written for the OctPoWriMo challenge. 31 poems in 31 days. Day Six prompt is Blue.
Help from Heaven 
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