
When bass strings,
of life seem heavy
and warmth of day
offers silent chords
of harmony.
Unto a keyboard
my soul drifts
wandering poetically
unleashing
line and verse.
A symphony
of communal loneliness
tenderly un-raveling;
The Aria of our hearts.
In that moment;
crescendo's
mighty storm
releases fear
and fragile notes,
peace.
Soothing anxiety,
gently de-tangling
melodies of hopeful
tears and trust.
The keyboard stings
soft and harsh,
enbalming warmth
and ode relief.
Is Music Love
or the depths
of poetry pleading
with our hearts.
The Aria of a Poets
tender heart.















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