ANOTHER THOUGHT ABOUT MUSIC

 

 

When all is gone, there is always the music

Whether young, naïve and brokenhearted

Whether middle aged and burnt out

Whether old with the horizon line in touching distance

The music is there with its promise

Beckoning us to keep on dancing

One more day

Just one more day

Until we forget

That we are brokenhearted

Or burnt out

Or at the end of the line

Music sings our soul to the aethers…

 

© 2014 ViataMaja, Laminas

 

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