Astoria
His voice my sound of comfort,
The drums my beating heart,
The beat my pace when walking,
This I could not live without.
To hear I’ll be alright,
To know what can be done,
To have some inspiration,
I can’t imagine all that gone.
My way of getting calm,
My way of celebration,
My way to fall asleep,
Well, it would be damnation.
I could not live without music.
Without songs to learn to play
And words to learn to sing,
I wouldn’t see another day.
I rely on many,
But my favorite would be the worst
To live without.
That would be a curse.
This poem is about:
Me