My Sounds Of Music Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The sounds of music are in my own heart
And every footstep is there with its beat
They come and go begin and again start
Some are soft while others full of rampart
Like day and night is its gush easy go
Within many firers though some are cold
With songs of summer and of winter's snow
In the assorted feelings you cannot hold

Through walks of life - its streets and road
They will try their tones of many deep
And give or take away each part and load
So others can feel the same, and some keep
The sounds of within are everywhere
For someone to truly know and feel there