Make music with your soul



6/1/2017 A poem about the music of the heart

You speak of lakes,

of water to purify and cleanse

and move you...

to cool your fires

and quench your thirsts.

Water to silence,

and water to drown.

I see guitar strings.

Touched correctly,

with skill and passion and ability,

and they sing lullabies

and dirges,

ballads and jaunts...

mistreated, they snap...

and their music is gone,

never to return.


What a tragedy

when beautiful art,

when soul...

is so unvalued!






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