Music Poem by Rebecca Lourenstein

Music

Rating: 4.9


Inner eyelids,
compleatly dark.
Ears,
resinating music.
Mind,
traveling
beyond body
beyond walls
into the music.
It lifts me to the sky
flying with notes on high.
I sit on top of the atmospheric staff,
supported by beat alone.
Air is crisp and clear.
I am empty of the world and full,
full of music.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Gordley 12 February 2008

Beautiful and transporting. Thanks

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