Why does it happen so often?
I sit here reading poetry,
Writing poetry ,
Listening to music,
When it happens.
Music comes on
That just stops me,
Stops me reading,
Stops me writing.
I am taken to a place,
A place where life is wonderful,
That wonder created by music.
It has happened again
As this magnificent voice
Flows to my soul,
Bringing such music to me,
To my mind,
To my heart .
Once again music shows itself
Shows itself to me,
And brings me to peace,
To peace in my world,
As I know music is there
And will always be there,
Be there for me.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Music stopped me again. "So much music, so little time."
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
'If music be the food of love, play on...' About the only line of Shakespeare that I know! Fido says I might swoon in love, so not too much music for him. He's a pest! lol.
Thanks Orchi.
I've got into Ch... mood temporarily, in me poem today.
yup, I think Music be the breath we inhale through our ears, keeping us alive - as much as that oxygen we are so dependant on...
So very true LB, thank you.
Andy
You poem the wonder of music so well in this lovely verse dear Andy - - may you ever find peace and joy in its uplifting presence.
Thank you Fay. I consider myself so fortunate in that music has been with me all my life and i have my Dad to thank for that.
Andy
Tis a goodly thing in all its guises
Thank you Neville, music is so very important in my life.
Andy
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