Poetries Music

Nothing can lift my spirits high as music’s sweet soliloquy, care not for genre, it’s the same if melodies in beauty's name. I think my thoughts and write my words all filtered through the music heard, immersed in finer things of life, in solitude there is no strife. The woods and paths waltz to a tune that makes the place more brightly bloom for music can, of all the arts, go more directly to the heart. Permeates all and paints the day with colour bright to cover grey, then drunk with it as light departs I dance and sing into the dark.