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Who’s your first love the girls ask me
Music, said I
The boy isn’t worth the mention
I cringe at the memory
How pathetically stupid I was
But the sweet sound of music
Has always been there for me
It gives me wings to fly
To soar at the peak of a high note
When I feel lost and deprived of joy
It gives me hope with every beat
Truth be told,
Air drumming has prevented shiners
My nerves, they calm
My heart beats stronger, fuller,
As the beautiful noise fills me
As it strokes across my body
Languorous fingers caressing
Possessive saxophone draws me close
Steve’s cello teases smiles out of me
On those trying days.
Neil’s acoustic guitar makes me wanna dance
Music has always comforted me
Heals some of my secret hurts
Lets me escape in its embrace
It inspires me and encourages
Yes, music was my first love
It is my current interest
My constant companion.
© Devina S.
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Such a lovely poem Devina, and it’s so true that music is like our lover 🙂 Reminds me of this song which convey the same message:
Love the rhythm!!!! This poem would be lovely accompanied by a percussion instrument.
I makes me so happy to hear another person liking this! Hmm, thanks for the suggestion, I’ve never incorporated actual music in my poems before, I wonder why … Thank you!
Even though I’m not too much of a music person this poem contained lovely descriptions! Great work Devina.
Thank you, Thomas! Weather it be little or ‘not too much’, there’s a tune in all of us 😉
Love this!! I am a musician too, so I totally understand how you feel 🙂
I’m so happy you enjoyed it! Music is a gift from the heavens.
Love the poem! Hey check out my recent side project “Love is in the Air” on my website Designsparkz http://www.designsparkz.ca/sideprojects.html
Thanks! I really liked the last one better than the first one.