Radio Star

Love is a lot like a favourite song - in way you feel every time it plays
Wasting your days     with the old wireless and make-shift antennas
And singing wildly out loud to every line – belting it out
Windows down and driving in your car
Running on a single slide or crashing likes waves on the snare
Shouting how completely in love you are with the base of his voice
The tremors in the air vibrations in the ground
And the chords of her hair

And many years later when the radios have all moved on
You find yourself smiling
When the grey man on the metro begins to hum
A song you’ve long since parted from
But who’s gentle wood and strings you can feel beneath your fingers
And the harmony of which is still un-matched by today’s computer idols
The golden aging of the memories, so intact that you can hear the cricket player
And wind instruments of those summer nights
You spent up and sung along
To a chorus for two on the bridge of a song