A Colorful World of Music
Music is your soul trying to speak
Like understanding someone when
there no where to been seen.
The lyrics flow out like there
speaking to me.
But the rhythm and the beat put me
on my feet.
A piano, guitar, a harp or a flute
They all speak to me like the lyrics
are on mute.
They all tell a story, from beginning
to end.
It just depends how you take it and
what your feeling within.
The colors that show are on a range
you cant describe.
Like a paint ball gun just going off till
it dies.
When you open your eyes n see the
colors that have shown,
youll drop the gun fall on your
knees and realize that these colors
are your own.
Nothing will understand the colorful
flowers that have bloomed except
the music flowing throughout the
room.
Music is magical, deep, a
unexplainable world.
It will drive through your heart and
take your mind like a flying bird.
music is my passion, it just has a way
with words.
To classic, hip hop, rock or pop.
Music is my life and it will never
ever stop.
Copyright © Miss. Mae | Year Posted 2013
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