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The Song
When does a poem become a song?
Does the music make it real?
A melody makes us sing along
But the words are from the quill
Without the words the music's blind
It can't see where to go
For the words are how a song's defined
And the music's just for show
Wrapped in notes and chords to tease
It's meant to entertain
But it always takes the words to please
Or the music's played in vain
The words are there to touch the heart
Or the music might be missed
For it only plays a minute part
If the words did not exist
Some has said that poetry's dead
But they couldn't be more wrong
For the poet sees the music's fed
Or there couldn't be a song
Note: This will be my last poem I post for a while...it's time to move on to other things.....Whisk
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