Singing
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Some folks see her in the window,
just a shadow standing there.
Some folks hear her in the morning
when she sings her daily prayer,
but they’ve never really met her
and she likes it just that way.
Where's my seat?
Oh, I know you!
You have a card?
I do too.
Where's my seat?
Piano sounds,
it's time to sing.
Turn around
Where's my seat?
Do, Re, Ri.
Up the scale.
The stage. The lights. The silence.
They waited as I stepped up and parted my lips.
My heart racing, my hands trembling.
The stage, though familiar felt unnatural
Silence.
For years, only silence.
And fear… no song.
Never testing the limits,
Never pushing the envelope,
Never hearing the song.
Wind, to me sing
Your lullaby,
Your comforting tone of peace.
I am not,
Could not be, alone
Amongst the presence of the breeze.
Tell me secrets,
Fear not, song,
Does Heaven have a stage?
Does God have a microphone?
Will I sing for Jesus when Heaven takes me back home?
Does Heaven have a stage?
A drum set and some guitars?
Life Long Letter
Dear Dreams,
I hope one day you will come true.
That this “life’s work” letter means something to you too.
From the day I stepped on that stage,
you bloomed.
Sweaty palms, winded breaths, I jolt awake,
And unexpectedly you were there, without a moment to forsake.
My eyelids were heavy as you sung smooth and lowly,
You
Saw her singing her song
Up in the balcony
Where the moonlight hit her profile.
She sang about wishing she
Were
A princess
Who could escape her tower...
A child under the covers
A monster under the bed
A soothing voice of a mother
Singing songs that can't be said
Oh, mother won't you sing softer
You'll wake up Teddy Tim
When I was little,
I used to love to sing.
All the time in the house, there would be a tune in my mouth.
Singing in the church is where I got my start.
Words cannot express
The joy I feel when I open
my mouth to sing words with sultry
sounds
The serenade of emotion filling each verse
Everytime I fill the room with a melody
My heart is fulfilled
when in my hearti ache & the lakesand rivers could be filledwith my deep sorrow,all it takes to clearthe gray skies & clear mystormy mindcan be a song, a dance
What makes me feel good is singing
It gives me a kind of feeling
I can't explain the way it makes me feel
The feeling is just unreal
My melody makes me shine
My voice is hard to deny
When the day turns blue
I turn on the music
Garth Brooks echos off the walls,
"Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers"
With every note that lifts from the speakers
Notes float through the air.
It's unthinkable how much dots with stems can
change a mood,
a life,
a soul.
The right chord,
the right instrument,
the right dynamics
make the song come
When life is rough,
When things get tough,
If everything goes wrong,
I sing a song.
It makes me glad,
So I'm not sad.
I could sing all day long.
I sing a song.
Whenever my heart frowns
whenever my brows furrow
I turn to singing.
Something about belting
something about songs
Singing is what makes the problems go away,
Nothing can make me feel better then hearing the melody in my brain,
and as each word is spoken
I feel it in my body,
I am not deafI do know some signIf my hearing ever failedI'd learn to get by
I love musicI love to rhymeI cannot keep a beatBut I know I can keep time.
What would this life be without you?
Without your sweet melodies
And your soft symphonies?
What would I turn to
When I can’t focus
Or when I am feeling discouraged?
Without painting I would be
Stranded in a world
Without color.
Without drawing
I am nothing
but a segment
on a timeline.
Without crafting
Time is wasted
StrandedBehind the miles of oceanSand piled up like hoursAnd dark just dark: Empty.Just water, andSand, andDark, and Me.And I needHow I needI need Air
The world is falling apart around me
People screaming and crying for equality
Yet I still sing
They try to shush me and my tune
Looking at me like I am a loon
Yet I still sing
Treble Choir
The one area I love to be.
Singing as you can see.
Down, down in the music wing.
Just sing, sing, sing!
All I need is a voice
Do I even need that?
All i need is a mind
And some feet
just to tap
A few lyrics to sing
Is that really all i need?
No, all i eed is a tune
Or a simple melody
Your heart races
Your hands start to shake
Scared of the faces,
The impression you'll make.
You close your eyes
The voices start to stop
That's when you realize
As I walk through the door
I see something i never knew before
The people here know no bounds
Snd they do whatever it takes to make a sound
The pianist plays like it's his life
Peace of Mind is
Sunday morning neo-soul.
Brown skin; Limbs and lips
Puckering to sing.
The smell of a mother's love
Caressing everybody.
As a breeze flows through the open window
If the world were to end tomorrow
I’d spend my last hours with the universal language.
If I lost my hearing tomorrow
I’d spend today
Listening to Forever and Always by Parachute,
I hide where everyone can see
But the harsh lights blind them
And I would hope I do too.
Glittering.
Who is she?
I hide at center stage
Where the words that couldn’t
Wouldn’t
She sings a song so soft and sweet
But it's filled with such sadness
It makes you want to cry
This song lets you feel her pain
And you want to scream
How can this be fair you wonder
One word: Music.
It's always been about that.
It's just what I do. I sing.
Since I was a child I was humming tunes
And singing songs with a shell of raw talent -
A potential for so much more.
Swish, the white and blue-lined silky fabric tingles my nylons
Big, bright lights glare into my eyes, but my smile stays put until the corners of my mouth ache.
What do I do with my life?
Should I sing, act or write?
All the choices drive me mad
Or is it that I'm bad?
The soul rings and shakes in joy everytime,
Intitates the keys that plays on the organ,
Not noise, but sounds of praise,
Great is the grace you have given this life that is not my own,
I'm gunna let my voice be heard
I'm gunna fly just like a bird
Open up my wings & not be afraid
No one's gunna hear me if I stay in the shade
But this comes down to one thing
Am I gunna give up?
Music, the sound of vibrant feelings,
Makes me shout from rooftops and sky alike,
Fills me with rejoicing and promises that spike
The interest of new hope, of laughter, of fulfillment,
And all I want to do is fly,
We finally learn how to work out the rhyme,
And we see to move on and not worry for time.
If I could change any one thing
I'd like to be able to sing.
For though I excel in much
my voice cannot do such.
The way the birds sing a song
makes me sad that I cannot sing along.
one day
I was walking somewhere new
singing an unfamiliar tune
in a voice that was not my own.
the sand uncomfortable in my shoes
and the wind skipping across my skin
chilling me through
A simple butterfly before you start
The sweaty palms and warming up.
All your worries and fears come flying in
Slaying privateers with my blunderbuss,
The queen's lap dogs surrendering without a fuss,--
Remember this for the test: PV=nRT--
I took their ship, not caring if I was brusk.
I can't seem to shake her.
the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see the beached skulls
--Margaret Atwood
Sailors who come near our island
find out voices sweet and irresistible.
Lady with the blues singing sweet tunes,when she's home she feels all alone sitting waiting for the last sketch to create a line she robs time to realize that she's unorganized,the pencil leaves dents near the margin so do her problems but still s
People are unpredictable.
If you think they are who they say they are, then you're wrong from the start.
You can only know somebody, if you truly know their heart.
But how will you know that if they cover up their scars,
I am like a singing canary in the trees. My voice flows with the wind, softly and beautifully. I love singing for the other birds and creatures on the floor. I sing when I'm excited, I sing when I'm somber.
Wait for me.
I'll be there;
Head held strong and arms opened wide,
Ready to take the world on.
My voice to reach many people,
My dance moves to get people jumping,
My acting to induce laughter,
He does not sing to me. To air instead
he sweetly hums so soft, caressing ears
with sounds melodious, that others' heads
turn t'ward the lovely music that they hear.
I feel the beat
Rushing through my veins
Shaking my bones.
It pulses
Living and strong.
I feel myself open up
A weight lifted off my chest
Like a beautifully decorated circus elephant
The moral of the story is, the only way to learn to game is, to take a turn. I don't want to bore you with the names of all the rules, but you will learn. I just won't allow myself to pay for all the fools, sitting on the shelf.
Late fall.
So late that the scent of fall had to be searched for in the wintry air.
But it was there
and she breathed it in as she strolled through the park.
Leaves covered the grass,
"Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch. Again."
Wipe the sweat before they see.
"Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch."
Just breathe. Ignore the pain.
Keep dancing. Show no weakness.
SMILE!
The man woke up, in the middle of the night.
He had a bad feeling, that something wasn't right.
He reached under his bed, and pulled out his bat.
He knew he'd heard something, hopefully just a rat.
Hidden from the world, years spent tucked away
Did you hear me calling? Crying out your name?
Shunned and left alone, corners and dark rooms
A child with open scars, and burning wounds.
