In my head are gears turning
Mind is fed with ears burning
Blind, instead I hear yearning
Cries that hide by heads turning
Calm, I softly hum a song
Now comes along a rhythm strong
That offers meaning all along
To chaos going on
Upon it comes a new order
Grows from what it knew former
Soothed when moved to tune's order
Backbeats break through new borders
I open eyes to clearer skies
Refreshes minds to open mine
Flows in zones of no design;
Only what the moment finds
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Author:
b-LAH-que (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A short rhyme I wrote about the therapeutic effects of practicing music and poetry.
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