"improvs" poems
I don't just hear the rhythm.
My heart improvs the beat.
Give and take with half and whole.
Feel the ebb and flow.
With closed eyes, I see
clearly.
My ears understand
the language of the staff.
True relationships only exist
between instruments.
Music is my soulmate.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC