The Musician - Poem by (De Va)
He walks into the room, his guitar upon his back
Looking around, he spies her and giving no slack
He begins to release the notes that free her soul from hell
And as she floats ever so close to him, she loses her shell.
Their eyes meet, as sweet embrace
He looks deep into her soul as it shows upon her face.
As the notes flow gently into the night
Her eyes open to a whole new sight
And her heart is freed from its prison cell
As she learns to fly once again from her hell
His soul upon the music flows into the night
Her soul follows, knowing it is right
He has given her the freedom to rise above
And fly from hell as a sweet white dove
She looks into his eyes once more
And thanks him for showing her the door.
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