The Sound Of Music - Poem by Lux Fayt
Music is in my soul.
The sound of the beat.
The words and meanings touch me
like nothing else can.
The words and meanings of the
song echo in my head.
The words and meanings beat an
aching pulse on my heart.
I can almost smell the excitement
of beginning the song.
I taste the air zoom through my mouth
like a meteor crashing to Earth.
The clang of the piano keys.
The strum of the guitar.
The boom of the drums.
Music is my escape from reality.
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