The Music

I forgot the music;

the way it bubbled

out of me,

desperate for escape.

The way it ripped

across my soul

into my fingers 

and away.

The way it lifted me

on feathered wings,

and carried me

in its wake.

I forgot the music.

The way she comforted me

in my grief

and cradled me; safe.

At the end of the day,

when words have failed

and thoughts have fled, 

there is always the music. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that is why some instrumentals have meant more to me than any song with words...sometimes we just need the beat, the strings and the feeling...like having a comfortable silence between two lovers...one in which both make their own music in their hearts.
j.

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So you know power of music and energy of deep vibrations.

This poem is actually like slow piece of music. Penetrating my mind in lo fi beats. It's feels very cozy and bright for me. You mixed wonderful track and we all should just listen and maybe dance or maybe not.

Wonderful piece i really enjoyed.

[Relic]

Music has always comforted me, Anne. Whether it be classical or rock, it's the spirit of the music we choose that comforts us. :)

[Jennifer Patino]

I can relate to these sentiments. Sometimes the answers lie in song. Sometimes we need to be carried away by melodies. Your poem carried me away to an abandoned cliffside with a song on the wind. You've penned the feeling of that being swept away wonderfully in this poem. Very good write.