Image:  We Heart It

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

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