"There's A Sound Of ...Music..."

a light thought...

“There’s A Sound Of …Music…”

 

I figured it out… the voice -

Your     voice     its draw and hold…

you see -

you don't remind me of anyone else

- not of how they were

nor of any other …are.

Not of a different time

nor of a special place…

It's just uniquely     you

and I know it’s yours

...and that's enough.

 

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Cholontic]

This is beautiful... I can FEEL it saying something, but can't quite catch what it is... One day... One day my mind will be clear enough and I will come back to read it. Then I can only hope I will understand it then! Thank you again, my friend, for sharing your writing with me. You definitely make me think!

[Confuser]

Sweet and FREEDOM and LOVE expressed nicely - Everyone needs to know your message in this short poem. An example, to me, of how special we all are. Thank you.

[Chris]

I could have written this AFTER reading one of yours... though this was written well before I paused. Our inspirations are momentary and quite fragile as well as very real to a particular moment. The beauty of some thought is that a moment relates within more than one reality and draws us into it by our own.

[Confuser]

I have felt that. And it more than lovely.

[Pryde Foltz]

A beautiful tribute, Chris. I am sure whoever you wrote it for is flattered.

[lovelife]

This is amazing and pretty it's like you have found that one person who you want to spend the rest of your life with,Nice write

[Ruth]

Wonderful and as always...nothing more to be voiced except...you have always melted me with your thoughts xo

[Lyn Anderson]

I love it. Very beautiful, and simple, and heart felt. You know, I always said never again a poet, but a poem like this makes me reconsider, perhaps I am too harsh on that ...

[sharonlee]

Voice that speaks to you... one of life's sweet treasures.

[Louise.xx]

I enjoyed this, loved the style, 11 great lines that speaks volumes expressing well the beauty of being unique :) x

[Delmar Cooper]

Well expressed. The poem drops a bucket into the well of ubiquity and from that bubbling Babel draws purity and singularity.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you don't sound like anyone else...but your voice does something to me, no one else's does...
i like that...we each have a unique tune, a unique melody in how we sound...

and when there is love...it is more pronounced than ever.