In the twilight zone
When the life starts fading
Music plays softly in the dimly lit room
Beckoning you to step in
Dying notes of the piano
Decaying notes of the drum
Sound of saxophone floats in
The sad tune, the song of joy, the song of love
They merge into one
You opened your eyes
You opened your heart
An ethereal voice floated in
Forms do not matter
All part of symphony of life
A momentary flash of light,
Warm feeling in your heart
The music started playing
Takes you back to mother's womb
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I love music, but never could describe the feeling it imparts.
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Comments4
Music has the ability to fit the mood and situation at that time, and each person interprets it a different way, which is what makes it so magical, enjoyed the read. have a great weekend
Appreciate your read and encouraging words. Thank you very much
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Dark but there is a warmth with it as well. A sense of loneliness and an unfinished feeling to life. Sad
Absolutely loved your commentary. Really appreciate your continued guidance. Thank you very much
Great write
Appreciate your encouraging words. Thank you very much
You're welcome
Ah, yes. Music is medicine for the soul and so much more. Indeed, a hard thing to describe, but you did well, methinks. Love the last line because, truly, that is when we first started to hear music. There is something magical about music that truly does bring us back to our nascent stage in life...perhaps more than any other thing. Well done, my friend! 👏🌹
Thank you very much for your in-depth review and comments. Really appreciate your support 🙏
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