The music melodically displays octaves
Halfs and fulls
Turns and pulls
The music strikes as lighted candle melts
Pass and trance
Rights and ache
The music reflects the glow of the angels
Doubts and dives
Trenches and abodes
The music is the transparent glass that echoes
Pins and needles
Hints and middles
Music our life
adjoining our ribs in the gardens of abundance
Music our soul
expressive songbirds of yesterdays and todays
Music is our love
a yoke that we take to the peaks of mountains tops
Music is our gun
an aftermath that seduces our sutured love pots
Music our gum
Bonding us together in dismay and distance separating us
Music is our story
Narrating our mediocre existence and complications
Music is our chorus
A harmonic hymn that unfolds as we realise the air within
Our music is these words
of photographic memories and happenings of now and morrows
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
The music melodically displays octaves
Halfs and fulls
Turns and pulls
The music strikes as lighted candle melts
Pass and trance
Rights and ache
The music reflects the glow of the angels
Doubts and dives
Trenches and abodes
The music is the transparent glass that echoes
Pins and needles
Hints and middles
Music our life
adjoining our ribs in the gardens of abundance
Music our soul
expressive songbirds of yesterdays and todays
Music is our love
a yoke that we take to the peaks of mountains tops
Music is our gun
an aftermath that seduces our sutured love pots
Music our gum
Bonding us together in dismay and distance separating us
Music is our story
Narrating our mediocre existence and complications
Music is our chorus
A harmonic hymn that unfolds as we realise the air within
Our music is these words
of photographic memories and happenings of now and morrows
