So the saying goes,
In hemispheres that spin on opposite flows.
This blue-green planet, alive with song,
Cycles remind us we all belong.
The tilt of the Earth, the dance of the sun,
Reminds us each season has just begun.
Spring to awaken, fall to release,
Nature whispers balance, harmony, peace.
And what is music, if not the same?
A rhythm of life, a soul with no name.
I, the selector, share what I feel,
Grooves that cut deep, grooves that can heal.
African rhythms, reggae’s embrace,
Ska’s quick laughter, Zydeco’s grace.
Afrobeat pulses, jazz fusion flies,
Bass lines rumble, horns reach the skies.
From oldies to goodies, treasures to find,
Eclectic vibrations for body and mind.
Each song a seed, each rhythm a spark,
Igniting new journeys, lighting the dark.
My rhythm riders, across the globe,
Different colors, stories, robes.
Dancing alone or in a crowd,
We celebrate life, fearless and proud,
You groove with me deep, till the dawn’s first light.
Shaking your booty and creating a site,
Together we build this village of sound,
Where open hearts and minds abound.
So—spring forward, fall back,
It’s more than a saying, it’s part of the track.
A cosmic reminder, a seasonal call,
To dance like no one is watching at all.
Be yourself—wild, honest and free.
Groovasmique is you, Groovasmique is me.
One world, one love, one rhythm divine,
Let’s keep spinning forward, in perfect time.