Nora Loch

(Reston, Virginia)

Music - Poem by Nora Loch

I can feel the music, it reaches out to me,
freeing itself from measured lines;
sometimes it vibrates in -depth chords,
with a mysterious pulse of its time.
Music, music, there should always be music,
without it life has no rhythm for design;
it whistles on the wind, it waits to come in,
and it beats with your heart and with mine.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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