As I walk into the room hit with the sound.
My inner thoughts are calming down.
I begin to digest and dissecting each bit.
My body moves showing the rhythm that fits.
For this is where music takes my head.
That place my thoughts don't over do it.
To all the artists that spill their guts on a track.
Or the ones using just sounds of the heart.
You take me to place that nothing else can.
Now I've learnt a few chords, doing it myself.
My intention of this writing is to say the saying is right!
"When words fail, music talks" and if you let go, it will tell you what you want to know.
Mostly for me, to dance.
And just have fun.
- Author: Poetic Dan ( Offline)
- Published: July 16th, 2017 02:33
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments5
song and dance man
good poem.
See you on the dance floor!
whole heartedly
Haha! My daughter asked last night for me to learn "other side" on guitar, playing it now and I'll see you there my friend
I can feel the harmony in your music now. ha! ha! ha!
Very true music can cure all ills and bring on all emotions. Good write.
It is my medicen, as I play in the garden it has brought the birds to sit. The feeling no words can truly fit, I could use an Infinite amount and still not get it 😉
Thanks for the comment buddy
I will sing along with you my friend because your work is so cool.
Well a duet that would soon be
As the flow with good company
The song would soon set us freeeeee
A flow of good rhythm in this excellent tribute to dancing for fun Dan - well done.
Thank you for the recognition of what's in my head lol
you sing' you dance you touch the soul life is a cabaret my friend, nicely done! ww
As should we all! as this is all but a stage my friend, or a skip down the mountain, with leprechaun friends playing the ukulele. Singing hi diddly Dee this is not the life for meeeeee..
Already inspired me hehe 😉
Oh good well then get busy and write on! Tally ho and all that jazz! ww
That I just did, one that's been stuck in there for a while.
I knew the title but nothing else, I look forward to going back over it tomorrow. Tally ho, chap
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