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Note From the Soul

I pluck a note,
One more. A chord.
A melody floats,
My heart, torn.
The music turns
Twists, bends
Down a dark path
That never ends
Into a trace,
my mind enthralled,
By being poured into
This song, evolved
For music is what
Feelings sound like
Why is it that mine
Always sounds so tragic?
I feel alive inside,
Happy even,
For good reasons, aye.
Perhaps all
That needs to be
Is to concentrate
On you and me
The music lifts
The theme pronounced,
As I realize

Happiness is in all of our hearts.
No matter how deep buried.
Realize, you are
Extraordinary.

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Heather Crismond October 16, 2021 at 10:58 PM What a fantastic poem. I feel the same way about music. Our own soundtrack of life is filled with tragedies and comedies but all of it is beautiful. Thank you for your beautiful words.

Joseph P. DiMino September 24, 2021 at 8:10 AM Very beautiful, my friend. As long as there is separation from God -- presently, these human bodies -- no matter how rosy the world of ours is, there will be a sense of lack...our melancholy. Love jazz...74, still playing drums (not professional, just a hobby) -- krupa, Rich, Miles Davis, Armstrong...love them all. Music and its poetry are closest to pure soul expression. Prayer the epitome. Oh! A Favorite.