Her every breath,
Melody.
Her every heartbeat,
Playing the rhythm
Of drums.
Every embrace,
Reverberating
With warmth,
Echoing mellifluously.
Each vibe, each note,
Euphonous.
Her lilting strides,
In tandem with the beats.
Like a birdsong,
The bittersweet lyrics
Whispered in the eternity.
The journey between the notes,
Commanding
A standing ovation.
I would love to play
This songlike life
On a repeat mode
In my playlist.
Melody.
Her every heartbeat,
Playing the rhythm
Of drums.
Every embrace,
Reverberating
With warmth,
Echoing mellifluously.
Each vibe, each note,
Euphonous.
Her lilting strides,
In tandem with the beats.
Like a birdsong,
The bittersweet lyrics
Whispered in the eternity.
The journey between the notes,
Commanding
A standing ovation.
I would love to play
This songlike life
On a repeat mode
In my playlist.
Cool poem, Ruby. Music is grand. I'm hearing it in the printer and the click of the keyboard right now.
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:) Music of life is truly grand. Every second has a rhythm of its own.
DeleteThank you Susie
Great poem. Enjoyed it thoroughly.
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Thank you Susan
DeleteSounds like music is your second skin♪
ReplyDeleteI know many people for whom music is like second skin.
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