Music to my ears

MUSIC.

It is my everything

I LOVE to hear it.

I LOVE to make it.

I LOVE to play it.

 

To see the notes scrawled

across the page

In a melody with parts

all coming together to create

one beautiful piece of art.

 

GUITAR

I love the way my fingers

glide across the strings, playing

my songs, the ones I wrote

in a burst of inspiration 

 

Flute

The reason I get up

to play your melodies

broken up into parts, all

of which I wish to play.

Listening to your voice climb the octaves.

 

So many more I Love

to play, so many I want

to play, To LEARN

 

The LOVE of music

So deep in my veins

Keeps my Metronome Ticking.

This poem is about: 
Me

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