It Was Music Poem by Brigitt Rodriguez
It Was Music
I felt every strum of the bass like a sledgehammer to my heart, and still could not bring myself to stop listening
Each chord resonated within my flesh
With each new harmony came a fresh flood of tears
Their voices made my heart ache and all I could do was close my eyes and suffer in my own silence.
It hurt; every bit.
Then the song would end.
Another would start.
And the process would begin again.
It was beautiful.
It was tragic.
It was music.
Who says it's not really a poem? It indeed is, with a nice title, nice text and nice note. The correct spelling of 'chord' (3rd line) should be cord, I guess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 5:40:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Who says it's not really a poem? It indeed is, with a nice title, nice text and nice note. The correct spelling of 'chord' (3rd line) should be cord, I guess.