Crowded House Live on the Opera House Steps

In my living room

I who think I have no beat

tap my feet, my hands drum.

I who think I am tuneless hum along.

I who think I have no beat

sway in time, nod my head, see on TV

the live audience nodding in unison.

Tap my feet, my hands drum,

I'm right out of body-consciousness now,

I'm more in my body than I've ever been.

I who think I am tuneless hum along.

Lights throb, smoke billows, Nick dances.

On stage and off, the melodies rise and fall.

Linking to the Tuesday Platform for 18/4/17 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. (Day 18 of April Poetry Month 2017)