MusicA Poem by TreyleeInspired by my husband and his love for music. He turns into someone else when he plays and its a beautiful transformation.He sits down in an iron chair Outside of some café He pulls from a case his greatest love A wooden beauty is she His fingers motion over her And in that moment they’re one A beautiful sound she releases When he begins to strum And if you watch closely You might catch a glimps of his soul dancing through his fingertips © 2016 Treylee |
StatsAuthorTreyleeSan Diego , CAAboutIm a stay at home mom, a photographer, adventurer, and blogger at wyobab.com. I love to write and have never really felt comfortable putting my pieces out there but I thought why not. Im an old soul w.. more..Writing
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