I bask in it,
I bathe in it,
I exult in it.
It makes me whole.
It exalts me to a new
level of being.
What it is about my music that
lifts my spirits,
that encourages me to see beyond
my four walls,
that gives me new
energy?
I stand in front of the music,
swaying, dancing, stretching,
smiling,
even laughing,
delighting in my existence
at that moment.
Yet sometimes
tears come to my eyes,
as the music transcends beyond the moment
to the past, to special moments,
to heartache,
but also to happy times.
And even so,
tears come to my eyes.
Submitted by Betsy
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Kia ora,
i thought this poem was very cool and much the way i find myself feeling about music – particularly living far away from my original home. the tears are often not about sadness and sometimes I eagerly await them and wonder which song will bring them. Well done.
Robb
Beautiful poem – music can make me so happy in a sad, deep, melancholy way….