Mispronouncing words I thought I heard,
made adults laugh, they thought it cute.
Once music in English came my way
American Bandstand is what made my day.
I wanted to be a carbon copy of those kids,
American as TV.
As a teen, I lived next door to the boy
who dreamed he'd become the next Tito Puente*.
Boom, boom, bang, clang.
His music rippled through the widows of my house
and my body. He never knew I danced him,
loved him for the music he played.
But my love fizzled, like his dream.
Throughout my life different music has shaped me
with soul, salsa, classical blends and sprinkles of
endless varieties of vibrations that pulse on earth.
Every time I hear new music I'm astonished.
It seems the different combination of notes will never cease.
I think it's infinite.