LAYLA

"let's see if you can spot this one" he says
and then the riff hits my ears with memories of good old
days.
the slow shuffle groove is like a rom-com movie, when
he plays
teases the beat and slows down the second time before
the whole band joins his grace.
The whole rhythm sets a jazz feel
then out of nowhere Clapton unveils
a solo sweet as honey that every flower conceals
staccato notes makes it delicious , I consume it
everyday as a meal.
then he says his first words to layla or maybe just to
her solitary mind.
my eyes closed , I see my girl running away trying to
hide
from me , it breaks me , but makes me smile
when he says "its just your foolish pride."
oh! slowhand stop making fun of my love life.
oh! jeez its so close to me, that I feel I have written it
as the lyrics eats my sickness a little bit.
And then the clouds clash as the riff pours the chorus
the melody of the piano flows like a river through the
porous
hmm.. I taste sugar in my headphones
when the angels start to sing along..
he breathes the words as they fly in my head , then like
a bursting volcano
comes out his mellow
he makes her dance on her lap
I'm talking about his guitar , the tool of his craft
he makes her scream ,
makes her cry as in cream
fast moving fingers hold that one note to ring
then I hold my muscles tight when like a phoenix she
sings
again teasing and playing with the beat.
oh! Clapton you are blessed by some Goddess of
Greece.
 
 
written for Shai Machale's explain the beat competition..