This is a short poem about my love for listening to and making music

Music

The rhythm sets in
Matching my pulse
My heart is pumping
To the beat.
The tune
The drums
They give chills
Where my heart and music meet.
The words
Like knives
Carving the story
Of the song that made my tears fall
My love for the tempo
Grows stronger
And larger
Can’t you hear the song I call.

Published July 09, 2010 Write a comment
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robyn selters
I liked the rhythm and the phrase 'words like knives carving the story... my tears fall'
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