February 3, 2010
the music moves
through me
circling me
drowning me in
delicious sound
dark sound
i float away on the music

it takes me away
to another time
and another place
my imagination runs free
my soul soars
and my voice sings

i'm free here
as i fly away on the
beautiful strains of music
it surrounds me
caresses me
and it reminds me
that all is not lost

i have wings
made of notes
and i spread them
to glide on the stanzas
and choruses
to spirit away
to another time
another place
where all things
are made of music

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