Coloured Melodies Poem by Not A Dream Choice

The voice its cracking in me
Every melody is a color
Every tune a sense
Every note a bible for me...

Her touch, her memories...
Writing my dream about love
It colour the blank picture on my life
With the grand piano...the violins in me...

The conductor...showing me how to play
How to play my violins...
My drummer...never slows down
My drummer drumming in eternity...

Every kiss...last much longer
Then just the kiss...

Memories make my day
I know its hard and know you dont want...
But you must now it realise
Every life is worth to live...
Life is made for the living...
And it allways will be...