Friday, November 6, 2009

My Notes

A beginning and an end.
Fat notes and thin
Floating through the air,
Some without a care,
Some with a mission
To give us a vision.
Refusing to conform,
Our souls are reborn.

I love my notes
When they float,
For mine they truly are.
Release me from these bars.

Sweet notes floating,
Liberating, justifying,
Come to me,
Notes so free,
Help me survive,
Stay alive.

No comments:

Post a Comment