Poems from jazzsoulgurl
Music was prescribed as my medicine.
To calm down the adreline, that came on rushing in.
Playing the song again, and again, and again....
Inspiration is on my fingertips
Like dirt from the laborer's hands.
Breathe in me.
Listen to my atmosphere.
See my cause.
I feel a release...
It's a rhythm.
It's a groove.
Vibrate through your body.
Move.
Take the beat inside you
Move.
Melody is adrenaline
Music is soul.
Rhythm is...
Blue.
Butterflybaby.
Freedomlover,gently touch my skin.
Blueprettything.
Touch myskin.
Loveyourdance as you flutteraroundme....