This week, we're featuring poems related to music. Songs that move and change us. Songs that heal us. What can we discover about ourselves, when we listen to music? A lot, it seems. Groovin' Low by A.B. Spellman my swing is more mellow these days: not the hardbop drive i used to roll but more of a cool foxtrot. my eyes still close when the rhythm locks; i’ve learned to boogie with my feet on the floor i’m still movin’, still groovin’ still fallin’ in love i bop to the bass line now.