when the notes crash and music die
will I be there in cracks between?
A voice unheard, songs unsung…
stories of the soul, not tongue or lung.
will I be there in cracks between?
will someone see truth, ditch perception?
stories of the soul, not tongue or lung.
swallow a life, pulled down the rungs.
will someone see truth, ditch perception?
when the notes crash and music die
swallow a life, pulled down the rungs.
A voice unheard, songs unsung…
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Reena, love this! Who knows!
Thanks for joining in. I won’t quibble about missing out the song titles. 😉
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Let me check again. Thanks for pointing out
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All we can do is wonder and wait until we get there… Nice use of repetition.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome, Reena.
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All the music missing maybe matters even more than all the songs that are sung.
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You got it right 😊
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Ahh what an interesting poem! Love it 🙂
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Thank you so much, Paula!
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