That Sounds Like Music

As my pen touched the octave
Empty, waiting for my music
Spaces longing for this rhythm of mine
Yet nothing appeared but angles and lines
So I closed my eyes
For when I do, I hear the music
For when I hear it, I smile
I laugh, I sing, I write
Songs that nobody ever could've written
Could've sung, could've played
The way I do, the way I see it
Hear it
This thing
This pattern
Of every note that I perceive
Something that sounds like music.

Reviews

[Darkyshadow]

Thanks for the review.. I kindly appreciate it.

[Jakl and Hyde]

The line songs nobody could've written, could've sung, could've played reminds me of how all of us are unique as well as everything we do. No one has ever been us or has written any of the same things that we have. Great poem.