Filled With Song
Many people spend their days
With total inattention
To any music, which to me
Defies my comprehension.
The radio’s flipped on as soon
As I get out of bed
And plays all day except for times
The TV’s on instead.
From classical to blues to rock
My world is filled with song
And only when there’s music
Do I feel that I belong.
Without some melody, a home
Is quiet as a tomb
But with those notes surrounding me,
My spirits start to bloom.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
