A Place to Call Home

It’s wonderful to be sure of a thing

The way I’m sure of music.

 

“It’s a universal language,” some say,

Linking musicians every day.

Wherever you go, it’s the same.

Purely joyous people; music is to blame.

Like the sound of bells ringing through crisp air,

Music’s charm will linger there.

“There” being, of course, wherever there are souls

In need of a’fixin’ or a heart with any holes.

 

Wherever your guitar strings take you,

Wherever your trombone slide lands,

Always be sure your choice was the right one,

And that music forever stands.

 

You’re sure to find music wherever you roam,

And your full, beating heart will have a place to call home.

Author's Note

I had to write this for an English project and it's actually not half bad in my opinion so, here it is...

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

I discovered this to be charming and having said that I mus also say that charming doesn't accurately describe how well penned this is. Wish I could put it into better words. ^^* I liked it though.