Treasure Island

Tracee Olga

(28th July 1990 / Nairobi, Kenya)

All In The Strings.


Eyes closed fingers at work
Thin steady and a bit cold
Magical, how is it even possible
As thin as it is a melody so sweet
Soothing the soul emanate from it

I play it slow, I play it so
I play it fast, I play it smart
I play it soft, I listen smooth
I dance to it, I rock with it
With every strike anger fades
Worries wares off, joy creeps in
Sometime I like it soft and quite
Other times loudly and rocky
Either way the result is same

Each time I play it a smile dances on my lips
Pluck it up, I feel loved
Pluck it down am reminded of his presence
Play it fast his faithfulness I see
Play it slow his peace I feel
Play it, pluck it, anyhow
Am reminded of God’s love!

Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014

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  • Bill Cantrell (4/19/2014 6:39:00 AM)

    Very nice words, music is closely attached to emotion and I think is the true face of poetry (Report) Reply

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