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Poetry News Post #3925

Music

Written by: Concertant Vyln de Irna, the Melodist
Date: Saturday, January 14th, 2012
Addressed to: Everyone


Have you listened to your throbbing heart
And wondered where true Passion lies?
Have you heeded your mind's thoughts much
Alive with all the wildest dreams?

Where words may fail, music replaces with
A symphony of notes to express one's desires.
From sadness to joy, to anger and love
They fuel this music, an emotional fire.

Dance and sway to the beat of the song
And join your heart in expressing itself
Feel the notes run under the skin
Your troubles will fade away before long.

Where words could fail, music replaces with
A symphony of notes to express one's desires.
From sadness to joy, to anger and love
They fuel this music, an emotional fire.

For what is able to stifle the sound
Of our heart's wordless voice of plea for help?
A struggle of words; by which it is bound
Would it be sin to set it free?

Ah.. Where words have failed, music provides
A symphony of notes to express one's desires.
From sadness to joy, to anger and love
They fuel this music, our emotional fire.


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Phaestian, in the year 586 AF.


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Poetry News Post #3925

Music

Written by: Concertant Vyln de Irna, the Melodist
Date: Saturday, January 14th, 2012
Addressed to: Everyone


Have you listened to your throbbing heart
And wondered where true Passion lies?
Have you heeded your mind's thoughts much
Alive with all the wildest dreams?

Where words may fail, music replaces with
A symphony of notes to express one's desires.
From sadness to joy, to anger and love
They fuel this music, an emotional fire.

Dance and sway to the beat of the song
And join your heart in expressing itself
Feel the notes run under the skin
Your troubles will fade away before long.

Where words could fail, music replaces with
A symphony of notes to express one's desires.
From sadness to joy, to anger and love
They fuel this music, an emotional fire.

For what is able to stifle the sound
Of our heart's wordless voice of plea for help?
A struggle of words; by which it is bound
Would it be sin to set it free?

Ah.. Where words have failed, music provides
A symphony of notes to express one's desires.
From sadness to joy, to anger and love
They fuel this music, our emotional fire.


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Phaestian, in the year 586 AF.


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