I sit and play
To the sound of the strings
They take me to a place
of nothing but peace
As the sound resonates
my body feels free
I play for the angels
that watch over me
Inspired by This Old Guitar (For Juan) by Eric cockrell.
Very good line I pray the angels/that watch over me. Congratulation Mr Dave. Yours Gajanan Mishra
Short and sweat with a tone that resonates in the eyes of its beholder. Great Poem
An atmosphere of serenity slipped over my being as I read this harmony write.... Wonderful. Karen
Dave, a meditative and gentle poem. Good stuff. I also invite to read my poem Wings discarded on a headland found.
very simple, but successfully showed your playful and peaceloving heart, I like this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sound of the spring can give one a bliss full peace if it is played harmoniously, otherwise the sounds are noises, however, your poem is written so mystically musical that spreads a heavenly harmonious bliss.