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.
Copyright © Rick Howarth | Year Posted 2017
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