Musick
Musick
Musick fill my bowl
Rhythmic
Pulsating
Around my head you roll
Life lifting
Time drifting
Through heaven I then stroll
Oscillating
Vibrating
Detached from life so droll
Soothing
Bemusing
All states you can enthral
My mind sings
To everything
Your frequencies unfold
Musick
Musick
Fall into my bowl
Food for my spirit
Dancing for my soul
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Perfection. Words that dance on the page and into the soul!