The Musician
You have got to hear it
When you write
When the words come and flow
Ebb and flow ……
You have to feel it
When the rhythm
Vibrates and hands shake
Fingers resonate on ivory
Or string that strum
Or tu-tu-tums on a drum.
You have got to know
As you feel, see, believe
That souls grow
As musical notes transcend
Hearts soar
Eyes open
As ears comply
Music is art on canvas
Poetry in motion with words
Dance with rhythm
And survive
Music is math inverted
On it’s head
Your head turns
Music is …..
The musician is ……
Oh what is all this talk about?
…..Let us just fly.
A beautiful Ode to music! 'Music is art on canvas Poetry in motion with words Dance with rhythm And survive' - these lines make fly with the flow of your poem. Keep sharing and best wishes. A.
Its all about the husband of your life....right my dear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I likes very much.....very much