I dug this one out. It's dated 8/92.
Like my profile says, I love music, I love words.....
Some people have a gentle song - on the breath of the wind it can be heard.
Other songs are heard loud and clear - the beating of the rain, the shout of thunder.
Some songs vary - bubble and flow
or spark then burn warmly.
Each of us - each song - touches another.
Every day and in every way when our song is released into the world the notes brush another's song.
This is the music of the world that beats as the heart of the earth -
a tapestry of individuality. Containing every beat, rythm, style and instrument that ever exisisted.
Then there is the heavenly music heard when two songs touch and join.
Becoming one, entwining, weaving together to create a symphony brought straight from heaven.
This song is the most beautiful of all.
It's pitch, rythm, style - each perfect.
This music is the high trumpet
The gentle piano or
the angel's voice of a flute -
heard above all -
leading the rest.
Oh - the music true love makes.
Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
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Written on 2006-09-16 at 02:47
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Like my profile says, I love music, I love words.....
Concert of Love
Each person makes a music of their own.Some people have a gentle song - on the breath of the wind it can be heard.
Other songs are heard loud and clear - the beating of the rain, the shout of thunder.
Some songs vary - bubble and flow
or spark then burn warmly.
Each of us - each song - touches another.
Every day and in every way when our song is released into the world the notes brush another's song.
This is the music of the world that beats as the heart of the earth -
a tapestry of individuality. Containing every beat, rythm, style and instrument that ever exisisted.
Then there is the heavenly music heard when two songs touch and join.
Becoming one, entwining, weaving together to create a symphony brought straight from heaven.
This song is the most beautiful of all.
It's pitch, rythm, style - each perfect.
This music is the high trumpet
The gentle piano or
the angel's voice of a flute -
heard above all -
leading the rest.
Oh - the music true love makes.
Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
Read 421 times
Written on 2006-09-16 at 02:47
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