Dec 2018
You are the drummer, you are not the beat.
What a tune.
We play a silence from the string and snare.
It is love that thumps against the ear.
Without this love, the music is a lie.
What a tune.
We play a silence from the string and snare.
It is love that thumps against the ear.
Without this love, the music is a lie.
I think I wrote this. I was going back through some old journals from the early '90's and came across this- kind of liked it. But then, I thought it might be a Rumi knock-off. For any Rumi fan out there, let me know if you think I'm stealing. Thanks
(49/M/Ohio)
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