P.S You're A Master

You know what, Paul Simon
I thought about you this morning
About the grace and depth of your lyrics
The zest and acuity, the spirit
And the perfection with which you performed them
Hat's off, Simon
You're a true class act

A tunesmith myself
What I have synthesized so far is
You need to get out of your own way
If you really have something worthwhile to say

Streamline your message
Add frills sparingly, alliteration daringly
A touch of madness in your method
Surprise and comfort, elicit emotion and energy
In a perfectly baked assemblage

It's all about the timing
A deftness of delivery
An seemingly effortless seamless rhyming

And you know what
I'm sitting here in my favourite beach cafe
And guess what album rides in across the waves
Graceland
How perfect
I love coincidences like that
Time and place, man
And they play the whole album
How random
Just what I needed to accompany me
On my journey across a new lyric landscape
The man himself
For Garfunkel's sake!

I'm certain that countless accolades
Have long been thrown your way
Lobbed in the air like grenades of praise
Like bravo bouquets
But I just wanted to say something personal
Cause I admire you in spades
The way your declarations cascade
With such clarity
No disparity between intention and invention
Transport the listener to a whole new dimension
Uplift us, enlighten, leave us teary
From the first phonetic to the very last letter
So, thank you
Sincerely

P.S - You're a master
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