Music

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Music

Whether you listen to pop, rock, r&b, country or jazz,
the expression of lyrics can evoke a plethora of emotions.
From hate whe emerge to sadness, from lust, we emerge to madness,
From Love's fatal bows of ecstasy, to the cashmere wings of a dove, we have all learned to love, the musical notes that moves us to be who we are.
From our deepest emotions we rise to hide our faces in disguises. As the radio blasts our favorite tune, we are submerged into the overpowering sea of seductions and pure bliss.
The notes that i play on my violin, may not appeal to you, but since music is universal, the theory does sound rather ridiculous to me.
I can play with your heart, with my elongated bow, or kiss your lips with a piano note.
Perhaps it is the guitar that you like, well lets say you will have sweet dreams tonight.
After a night of ecstasy and passion, music in its many forms can enhance the sight.
So the next time that you listen to your favorite song, remember that music can speak to those who do not understand, it can say hello when we are silent, it can touch your skin with the softness touch, and kiss the one you love so passionately that it will bring you to tears....
Kiss me and dont let go, touch my heart........ ( exhale).

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UnworthyFather commented on Music

06-19-2009

Very beautiful. Violin music is one of the most exotic, erotic, and love filled sounds the soul can hear. I play the guitar and bass, so I can definitely feel your love for music. Great write. Thank you for sharing. 10

babydean commented on Music

06-19-2009

very beautiful and well writen, anybody who loves music with and without words can feel where you are coming from. love it

FindingJune commented on Music

06-12-2009

I feel your passion for music. That is something we share. It is cleansing to the heart and soul. I really enjoyed the last bit about music being touch. Lovely.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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