My Soul Is Held a Prisoner of a Melody
Notes course through my veins
Nourishing me by song
Feeding the rhythm straight to my heart
Beating so strong
Harmony washing over, drenching each pore
Showering percussion
Bass knocking at the door
Lyrics to soothe my sadness, to calm my fears
Words to lift my spirit,
Music is my ecstasy, rapture to my ears
Sweet medication, I gladly pitch my remittance
For music is my being, my soul
Critical to my existence.
Copyright © Allie Lusha | Year Posted 2009
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