Music, Music is everywhere;
Pitches and notes dancing the joy
Up to the crest of happiness’ ploy
Between birds and flames in the air,
With songs of the wood in their square,
With silence so kind whispering
Ballads from the ancient ring. 
It’s Music for rivers to spare. 

I’m playing my tune in sunrise
While waltzing my passion through light,
The Sun rays its whistles in bright
Emotions to spark in the skies. 
It’s music around, everywhere.
It’s raining refrains in my heart,
Till sadness is falling apart
And angels are chanting my square. 

© Simona Prilogan, 22/08/2019, Nottingham

Image of Gerd Altmann from Pixabay


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