Image: We Heart It
Music
I dream in music
When you come to me…
the ancient rhythms…
rhymes…
melodies…
course through you…
And…
in that moment, you
play me…
play my body…
my senses…
like the finest of instruments
well tuned
Instruments created for…
Reserved for…
The masters of song
to only be used when performing
their symphonies of the ages…
finely tuned and elegant…
eloquently strumming…
humming…
plucking…
fingering…
the instrument that is my body…
my soul…
rising and falling…
until the finale…
the crescendo…
leaves us both spent
with the wonder of
Music
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
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