Lyrical message
Wide rainbow of emotions
Favorite new song
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
On the Radio
Notes
Songs transport through time.
Lyrics alter emotions.
Music often heals.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published on February 13, 2022
Her Song
Heartbeat vibrates as it pounds,
every new step shakes the ground.
Silent whispers float around,
lingered rhythms felt profound.
Take her placemark center stage,
make sure everyone’s engaged.
Releases voice from its cage,
each heard lyric works as sage.
Loses self in what she sing,
prays that inner bells will ring.
Hopes that her words do not sting,
try to cut the puppet strings.
Secret wishes become facts,
slice swift through unpleasant acts.
Love and light always attract,
bringing balance with impact.
Leave the stage, removes her shoes,
hops that she has changed some views.
“Maybe if all share their clues,
this world could find what is true.”
Share without judgments or hate,
allow all joys to create,
know true inner force is great,
fly towards a brighter fate.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Street Performers
A live performance.
Everyday entertainment.
Priceless while in need.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Genre
Colorful romance,
true love for diverse music.
In distinctive shades.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published May 4, 2021
Genre
Colorful romance,
true love for diverse music.
In distinctive shades.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published on March 4, 2021
Read the Music
Tales of tomorrow.
Paint the lyrics of great songs.
Dance to the sweet tones.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Enjoy the Rhythm
Music grants feelings.
Lyrics recount held stories.
Songs transcend through time.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Notes
Songs transport through time.
Lyrics alter emotions.
Music often heals.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Merengue
Echoing five-beat rhythmic patterns,
make my hips move, pitter patters.
Festive music, daydreams splatter,
misting my thoughts, with what matters.
Merengue tunes one of a kind,
hypnotic flow, moves up my spine.
African/Spanish dance entwined,
three passing tales seem to align.
One story says it came from slaves,
chained together, cutting sweet cane.
Swaying to the beats, machetes made,
dragging worn feet, to ease their pain.
Leader arrived, limping and hurt,
revolution, leg pain overt.
Villagers prayed, aches would divert,
to ease his shame, their walk swept dirt.
Others have claimed it was a treat,
confection of sugar so sweet,
enchanting dance, always upbeat,
tastebuds enjoy, cravings replete.
New world techniques, old traditions,
form a styles made for musicians.
Fun songs remove inhibitions,
lyrics provide vast compositions.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published on February 15, 2021