Sweet strains wash my soul
like lilting lullabies
and with the aroma of morning coffee
contentment seems secure.
I'm floating in a world
of unparalleled solitude,
spiralling with whimsical melodies
soaring and untouchable.
Your words waft across
like yesterday's stale bread,
as I lay in harmony's arms
secretly resonating.
For here lies no admonishment
only harmonious blends,
where solitude is not condemned,
society's acceptance.
In the midst of life's cacophany
invitations are not issued,
no one is welcome
in my melodic retreat.
I am anchored to tunes
that have meaning only for me,
travelling memory's road
spiralling onto blessed peace,
just for now...
Author notes
Quote - "Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness." Maya Angelou
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Comments
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This is a very nice piece that you have penned here.Music does have a way to make things better and offer comfort thanks for your entry much luck
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an extension of Angelou's quote where she seems to take solace from loneliness, by the healing strains of music, and you take this to the preference of solitude, and the comforts of one's inner harps. Flowing movement, complete story.
Your words waft across
like yesterday's stale bread,
on that phrase I am not sure if this was a conversation that was troubling and that music now renders the impact neutral, or if a person is sitting accross the table over coffee, rambling and the writer has drifted off into their inner symphony. or something else entirely.
nice piece
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