Cry of Music

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The music cascades into every gliding
arpeggio, every octave of mood,
any curling grace note or
slumberous ritardando.
It permeates in to the huming
keys, in to the strings and vivacious bow,
in to the lithesome, supple fingers
to which the stars,
creation,
even thoughts
are tangible.
It is an effervescent, mirthful
stream bubbling over
impoverished stones and squalid
astray items.
The melody lingers
as it seems to
be cessating, but it resonates
like a tuning fork
or the final words of
a precious friend.
The cry of music
cannot be quelled.





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~*The-Broken-Hearted-Girl*~ said...
Oct. 22, 2009 at 5:17 pm
this is AH-MA-ZING! :)))))
 
SilverAngel777 said...
Oct. 15, 2009 at 2:54 pm
that's amazing, i feel i can relate with the emotion of this poem
 
dancer4jesus said...
Oct. 12, 2009 at 4:02 pm
wow! that had great description and usage of musical terms! I play the piano, so I could relate:) Good job!
 
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