The saxophonist played Into the night Always hidden By the darkness Of the arch The homeless man slept On a bench In the tired old park I wish i could be a musician. Then I will, If I don’t die first, I can play all the night In the wind Under the arch So that the homeless man Can smile Sleeping under A drunk sky Sleep, Don't worry about your Life. For only music Always remains with us
One of the most powerful God-given gifts we have here upon this entire Earth. You ironically, already are, a musician within.......strictly with words. Beautiful.
Totally agree Christian..music is a tremendous power . I really feel the most subtle vibrations of sounds. But unfortunately I never played any instrument except the guitar.thank you for your comment. I do appreciate it. Stay safe. Lily
Hi, salamuna, Whether ...hidden By the darkness Of the arch or out in the open, may we all learn to create music that brings smiles ...under A drunk sky... Love the idea of being drunk on music. Thank you for sharing.
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Or is it the sax?
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What a beautiful thing that would be. If only it were possible.
Thank you for sharing this heartfelt poem.
Mady
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I really feel the most subtle vibrations of sounds. But unfortunately I never played any instrument except the guitar.thank you for your comment. I do appreciate it. Stay safe. Lily
Whether ...hidden
By the darkness
Of the arch
or out in the open, may we all learn to create music that brings smiles ...under A drunk sky... Love the idea of being drunk on music. Thank you for sharing.