I couldn't write you
a better song to sing
waiting on each key
as the note
strikes a tune
following the flow
of your voice
where it reaches
a serene pitch
the notes resemble
the music that
foreplay's in the mind
as I compose
my impressions
onto the compass
that directs the
vechile of creativity
surrounded by grey skies
I sit on this thought form
creating that sacred space in my mind
embarking on this journey
of receptive innuendos
to listen to my muse as the
words serenade
upon its release
Author notes
I first wrote this a long time ago about writing notes, but then it emerged into what I felt about music.
A contest entry
- A contest for The Musician (PW Included) by Samantha Marie.
1000 points, ended May 15, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ahh music,
it's the part of us that never dies.
Wonderfully penned my dear
thank you for entering and good luck
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