Musical Heart
This is it,
the salty air in my face
and the sandy ground below.
The soft sound of whistling radiates
around the silent cove.
Other may think,
‘Why here, why now?’
Some say I’m crazy,
insane, forever lost.
All I need is the music in the air
and to feel it in my soul.
The eternal piece will be found
and all that is needed
is to find the music that flows,
forever it flows.
Now till the end of days,
it flows on and on
always in our soul.
This poem is about:
Me