Music minded
Music minded
A female voice whispering through a maze of drums,
A shallow trumpet jumps up from the rhythm,
Every note echoes through me,
As I sit back and relax.
As the melody drowns my sorrow,
And throws my happiness a vest.
The strings talk, as if they know me.
And my feelings, with each chorus expressed
Time even loses my interest
When there’s music on my mind
This poetry in motion,
Describes my feelings best
A female voice whispering through a maze of drums,
A shallow trumpet jumps up from the rhythm,
Every note echoes through me,
As I sit back and relax.
As the melody drowns my sorrow,
And throws my happiness a vest.
The strings talk, as if they know me.
And my feelings, with each chorus expressed
Time even loses my interest
When there’s music on my mind
This poetry in motion,
Describes my feelings best
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Marsie: | Woensdag, november 16, 2005 16:20 |
| OW wouw wat mooi geschreven!! Ongelofelijk he, wat muziek met je kan doen? Keep it up... X Marsie |
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| : | Dinsdag, april 17, 2001 08:10 |
| I can almost hear the music.... X Daantje |
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