Music is all he wants to hear
Deep in his heart, so very clear
The drums that beat, the violins of life
If music be the food of love, play tonight
Ah, the sweetest sounds of dreams
That music plays to him
It encompasses his heart and soul
Fills a void, his darkest hole
But like a drug it is
Wears off eventually to tears
Violins of sadness left does play
Maybe one day, maybe one day…
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on January 23, 2013
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