Heart Songs
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Called Heart Songs
Called Heart Songs I find myself falling at times . . . Falling into the music and images That reach for my words From within the music Comes the vision Of what should be placed To write its story Music brings to the heart Pictures of Sorrow ... Joy ... Longing Its message depending upon What the muse is willing To see and hear as it speaks Behind this vision? The music seems to play A sadness and yet ... The multiple emotions Of its strains If listened to with the heart Seems to tell a story A story not quite heard or seen That will wait For another day to be told For now it remains To become for the time Of this reading A part of the heart that Writes these words Given today in Bits and pieces to be placed Devoid of form or rhyme And yet .... There remains the whispers A different form of calling Than Shakespeare ever had the technology to present Music has always played to the Heart of the poet As images dance within the mind The music gives them life And both find their way To poet's pen and blank posting page If time allows the quill To visualize the story Will all factors come together To present a form of poetry Or . . . Is what I present upon a poet's page Nothing more than some music That plays behind a few Well chosen words What could we have experienced Of the true 'Masters' Had they had what is available To ourselves today Sweet music and illustration To complete their vision From the windows of their souls Allowing them a new dimension Of expression and insight The greatest books of poetry Void of illustration And certainly of music And yet ... Original by Leas Gay Aka Aspiring Angel |
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Called Heart Songs
Called Heart Songs