Ether Unclear

metric bouncing over the northern border,

causing us all to dance without quarter

and the legs go wet because of appeal,

so much so that everyone and anyone squeals

the boomers and X'ers, some anyway

say that music died back one random day

but if that was true, why are the youngers

producing sounds for which many hunger

since humans cracked small rocks together

has the species made music, despite the weather

and it's been a long, steady progression,

just like wealth in familial succession

it doesn't matter the place or the spectrum,

there are folks and fans to always select them

the Commonwealth, within or without,

there are always themes to sing about

so cover your ears or annoy your neighbors,

expose everyone to all kinds of musical flavors

in this world, at this time, this is much needed

expand your tastes and with joy, you'll be greeted

the time is now or the time is never,

engage with the beats clean and lyrics clever

the music will exist after we are dead and gone,

and future generations will keep playing it on

and the planet will still cruise on in the galaxy,

little star lights pinprick the dark side of reality

radio waves blasting the sounds into blackness beyond,

even with our extinction, the species totally dead and gone

so enjoy all the music you can while we're still here,

when it all ends for us remains in the ether unclear