Treasure Island

Blessing Ekpe

(7 may / Nigeria)

Music


Music is life to me and life is music to my soul.
Music open my eyes to a brand new me
I wake up with you and I fall asleep with you
Your warmth embrace keep me wanted
You calm my burning tension and desire
Music, you are my rhythm and melody in the storm of life
You alone bring harmony to my world.
Music is GOD
Music is life after death
Music is light that drives out the darkness
Music is the invisible hands that lead the way
Music is music in the sky
Music shine brighter than the sun
Music is a whistle
Music is my diet
Music is drug to the body
Music is fragrance
Music is my private love garden
Music is the root that holds humanity together
Music is the colors in the cloud
If only you could listen more aptly you will hear me speak to you.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 19, 2011

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