Give my ordained stage of Dance
To the best of my abilities, I can choreograph
Give me your Song
To the best of my vibrations, I can Dance
Give me your Music
To the best of my vocal power, I can bring a Song
Give me your Tune
To the best of my notations, I can craft Music
Give me your Note
To the best of my instrument, I can coin the Tune
At the least, give me your Whisper
To the best of my pitch, I can write the Note
If nothing I can be given with
Still, my best smile can transform life into light, devoid of a Whisper.
Vidi
13/12/2009
i notice a lot of positive sentiments bubbling ready to excel inside this write...a challenging confident wishful prayer you make...good poem...thanks...10
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Vidi, this is an excellent write. noot only your knowledge of music comes through, i feel you wrote it in trance, in a state of spiritual elevated state. you may write off and on but to writing you are born. Happy new year love Mamta