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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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Sep 27, 2013 @ 14:04:48
their symphonies of the ages sounds overwhelmingly huge
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Sep 27, 2013 @ 14:06:13
Is that a bad thing?
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Sep 27, 2013 @ 14:07:53
not at all, right now I can’t imagine anything bigger
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Sep 27, 2013 @ 14:10:27
LOL … that’s what makes poetry interesting … everyone gets to have their own interpretation!!!
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Sep 28, 2013 @ 14:51:24
Wow, my mind is spinning with interpretation :)! Love this, so many analogies come to mind.
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Sep 28, 2013 @ 15:08:44
Thanks Mark … Even I have different thoughts come to mind when I reread Music … one of those poems that was a definite Muse gift.
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