A Musician's Heart
The sound of rock and jazz
Blazing through my head
With a trembling voice
It slowly stumbles ahead
Trips and slides
And bends and flies
Through the seeing ears
And the listening eyes
Blood will flow
For the sake of music
Hearts will break
under the pressure of sound
Hands will learn
The aching of heat
And feet will burn
While slamming on the ground
The rhythm takes
what nothing else can
Bashing and slashing
Through the air that breaks
Clashing strings and wires
All part of the desires
To be exceptional
To be new
To be attractive
For the happy few
Living among others
but not really being there
No-one bothers
Or notices what they share
Or care
For what the bare
Reacties op dit gedicht
| BloodElf: | Maandag, mei 30, 2005 19:57 |
| I Was Here (: | |
| MANICMANJA: | Woensdag, mei 25, 2005 23:16 |
| wow..I feel you..but there's silence over here..for a minute or two.. |
|
| milamber: | Woensdag, mei 25, 2005 23:01 |
| prima engels, goed lopend gedicht, en rock-muziek mooi verwoord. al met al, een sterk gedicht groetjes kerwin |
|
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Lucius | 
|
|
| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 mei 2005 | ||
| Thema's: | ||