The words are written onto the page,
Emotion poured out from your mind,
Changed from thoughts to writing.
Those thoughts to be read by others,
Showing your life to all.
But what happens to those emotions
That come to you which cannot be spoken?
How can they be shown?
They can be heard though,
Heard through music.
With emotion, music starts
Where words end.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 5th, 2025 01:15
- Comment from author about the poem: In my life music is everything.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
So true Gold, music adds to word what they themselves can not say.
Totally agree soren, thank you.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
It brings them alive and sets the mood and tone, enjoyed the read
Iy certainly does Tobani, thank you.
Andy
The poem explores the limitations of language in expressing deep emotions and suggests that music serves as a more profound means of conveying feelings that words alone cannot capture.
Thank you for your kind, understanding words Friendship.
Andy
Come off the grass - music isn't everything. There's croquet...Mary (or should that be Mary, croquet...?) 😂
I get your music argument really, Andy - I do, honest.
Music has been with me since I left my mothers womb 77 years ago today Dave.
Andy
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