For a hundred years music was round

It came in LPS, compact discs, and  music rolls

All played that wild, thumping, unforgettable sound.

That parents knew was the devil reaching for their children’s’ souls

Today the 15 year old sits and stares

Ipod in bra, earphone in ear, rebellious and unafraid

Quizzically holding grandpa’s disc in her hands, unawares

Of that old devil’s sinful music, itching to be played.