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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Thursday, August 13, 2015

M is for ... Music

Her every breath,
Melody.
Her every heartbeat,
Playing the rhythm
Of drums.
Every embrace,
Reverberating
With warmth,
Echoing mellifluously.
Each vibe, each note,
Euphonous.
Her lilting strides,
In tandem with the beats.
Like a birdsong,
The bittersweet lyrics
Whispered in the eternity.
The journey between the notes,
Commanding
A standing ovation.
I would love to play
This songlike life
On a repeat mode
In my playlist.

Jenny Matlock

6 comments:

  1. Cool poem, Ruby. Music is grand. I'm hearing it in the printer and the click of the keyboard right now.
    The View from the Top of the Ladder

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    1. :) Music of life is truly grand. Every second has a rhythm of its own.
      Thank you Susie

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  2. Great poem. Enjoyed it thoroughly.

    =)

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  3. Sounds like music is your second skin♪

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    1. I know many people for whom music is like second skin.

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