Dots and Lines

January 11, 2008
Dots and lines scattered
mysticly and magicly
on the treble staff

Such sweet melodies
like the waves of pure pitches
rock the heart and soul

Such power, feeling
no words, full of emotion
baisic conveyance

You’re the one that’s singing
beats become your own heartbeat
your self tells song

You sing soft, you shout
you turn, you sway, you collide
one with the music

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