Mind Music - Poem by Roann Mendriq
A concert in my mind today,
Each thought an instrument divine;
My heart strings pull as if to play,
the music that is only mine.
My soul begins a poignant song,
That lilts and lingers in the air;
My lips begins to sing along,
Each trembling note a fervent prayer.
The melody is mystical,
It pours and flows from deep within;
Each staccato, almost fickle,
It ends to only just begin.
And when I know it’s time to meet,
My heart then stops...and skips a beat!
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