Music is like a key, to open memories in our mind, without trying, we can remember the words of songs, over the years, of time.
We can not recall, names or appointments, for the very next day,
a long lost song, we can sing along, as soon as the first note is played.
We can not read a book, and recite a paragraph,
as soon as we put it away, when we hear some old music,
it brings back memories, of forgotten special days.
We remember the beat, and tap our feet to keep time,
without having a clue, the last time, the song entertained our mind.
The music we like, can make the time go fast, on a long hard day,
often giving us energy, in it's own special way.
It's hard to write, and talk, at the same time, a musician,
can play, and sing, without straining, their mind.
Music has been around for years, it's in this world, to stay,
certain songs, will always touch our emotions,
as soon as they begin to play.
Tom Maxwell copyright 07/04/2003 A.D.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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