Mixing music with you was a pleasure,

Your zest for life is a treasure.

To watch the DJ wheel spin around,

Throngs of audience you surround.

To sing the melody to the soul,

Hoping against hope to make you whole.

For you are innocent like a child, a treasure,

A gift of zest with kids at leisure.

To walk the line and do the contrary,

Where the beat of life is temporary.

For you are like me, just as I am,

The one and only Tampa Boy, Will I.AM.

With love from Tampa Girl,

Let the magic unfurl.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 23rd March 2011