Allie Lusha Poet I do not know?

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.

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James Fraser August 19, 2009 at 11:22 AM Music is such a joy to listen to, affecting different moods, lovely write Allie>>James

Jod!E Quintero August 19, 2009 at 4:29 AM I feel the same way about music. Great descrriptive piece! Love it. Jodie

Sara Kendrick August 19, 2009 at 4:18 AM Excellent. Do you hear the musice in the rustle of leaves, the rippling water, crickets singing. It's a symphony. Keep writing. Sara