preston trip

The Music Comes And Goes

by: Tripp







the soothing sounds of a piano to a guitar the sounds they make
the feeling It brings when the piano sings playing the strings of a guitar
the times come and goes as the music grows


in the heart of those who play
thinking of that one thing that brings epiphany to that instrument you play
as you hold and take care playing with hopes and dreams the music slips through
and sings


i can't get enough of what it does to me
when i hear that sound that voice



the music she brings to my heart when I'm with her
her voice is the epiphany to my heart
holding on to her the music keeps playing

my heart keeps beating as the music plays
i keep dreaming dreaming holding on hoping this song will never end
dreaming to fall in love with this instrument forever


she is my instrument

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 22, 2010
Poem Edited: Thursday, February 4, 2010

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  • C. P. SharmaC. P. Sharma (1/22/2010 10:17:00 PM)

    If music be the food of love, play on,
    Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
    The appetite may sicken, and so die.
    I borrow this from Shakespeare in your praise.
    CP

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  • Prince Obed de la CruzPrince Obed de la Cruz (1/22/2010 4:46:00 AM)

    very interesting title.... nice content... what a wow.... nice write!

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  • Prince Obed de la CruzPrince Obed de la Cruz (1/22/2010 4:44:00 AM)

    very interesting title.... nice content... what a wow.... nice write!

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