Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Music


Nothing to which it can be compared,
No adequate words to portray,
With reckless abandon I jump into the stream,
Let the current sweep me away.

While the vibrations penetrate my body,
My heart syncing with the beat,
I drift on a tide of melody.
And thrill to the harmony’s heat.

But robbed by tremor and age,
The song is trapped inside.
Instead of bursting from heart and soul,
It leaks in drops from my eyes.

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