The music ebbs and flows,
With the beauty of a rose,
It tells a story of love and hate,
Of destiny and fate,
With undercurrents of grief and joy,
And the friendship of a girl and boy,
The music reaches a crescendo,
And we tuck it in our hearts as a memento,
Then like a star turned supernova,
We realize the song is far from over,
New emotions surface with new colors,
And like rain in the summer,
We emerge from the song,
With a feeling of life prolonged.
- Author: Spitfire (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 2nd, 2017 01:24
- Comment from author about the poem: I am very passionate about music, and each song holds a different story so when I wrote this poem my goal was to make it describe many different songs but one song at the same time along with the feelings and reactions the come along with it.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 32
Comments3
Good write, music starts where words end.
Most definitely, thanks
Well written and expressed
Thank you tony
Welcome
Thanks Songbird.
A great poem and a vivid perspective on the power of a song.
Keep writing
FineB
Thanks FineB
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