Going about your life my dear
Isn't it the carpet your feet
Want most to tread
Isn't it what we fear we will miss most
When we are dead
Become bereft over when its music stops
Or climb triumphant to its mountain tops
So for now let's dance on its soft causeway
Bask in its warmth like moths
And let it work its magic on our dreary day
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Category: Love
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Comments7
Yes, I think when the music dies, we die with it. God, how important is music in your life. Definite mood changer.
Thank you Paul - Music and love are so connected aren't they.
They sure are.
I believe there is far more to these words than what might at first meet the eye .. Not only well crafted as poems go in my opinion, but with hidden depths and very clever indeed ... Respect ma'am .. Neville 🙂
I'm so glad your imagination gives me wings I don't have Neville. What would we do without you.
Music is medicine to me
In times of distress
Music is soul to me
When I feel hopeless
Music is tune
On which my feet’s move
To create a lyrical move
Music is the rhythm
Which keeps us alive
Listen to the heart beat
It dies
when the music ends
And then people say goodbye
Well penned poet
Music is funny when you think about it.... where did it start? Why did they first start banging on drums and then dancing! Anyway, I'm so glad they did.
Indeed dear Lorna
The nature began the music
We slowly discovered its magic
More is just gravy on the biscuits!
Love, the learned value of life. The appreciation of all around us, the sounds of life, the vibrant music in our souls..... let it play, let it play, let it play.
Thank you Dusk!
A ride on your writing gave me such a feeling of magic being wrapped up in climbing upward toward love.... a fine piece of penning dear Lorna.
Dance away Lorna to the music that is always in our lives.
Andy
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