I didn't know you were capable of pulling such a miracle,
I was Depressant then,
With tears looting my face
I was a runner in my life,
Until I plugged you my soulful thing.
I didn't know you were such a caresser,
A monito, the she who knows my hidden scars,
So are my doubts and fears,
You turned me a crestfallen senhor into a mumbler,
Yet it feels so good to stand between my eyeballs and say yes to my favorite tunes.
Oh! yes i say,
Take me deeper to the center of the caliculus,
where I'm told I'm beautiful though I look shabby .
Dive with me down to the collar of my nerves
And make me forget my crestfallen world a while,
The place like no where
I found joy and forget about the failures,
A nerve for a wave,
A beat for tweat,
Take me back to the ages unknown,
where I know I can control my life,
Hit me herder, from the center of my cochlear to the back of my hypothalamus,
I know I'm not a handi of all sorts,
But when those two magnetic cords are connected to the sides of cereberum
I feel no pain, so young and wondorous,
Dear music, you are mender
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A wonderful ode to music! Full marks.