A soft spinning record, plays a melody untold.
A few keys on a piano, keeps everyone in awe.
Give me cords on a guitar, to sing along with,
And a beat from the drums, to keep us on time.
The music we make, is the music we sing.
The beat of our hearts, follows the same ring.
Keep us on rhythm, keep us on time;
until our own story is recorded tonight.
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2 comments:
This is an awesome poem. (and would subsequently make a good song too)
music expression of humanity
i like this
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