YOUNG

It is the story of every person listening to music; listening to a new song. How some song becomes our. How some songs just never ends.

YOUNG

When the music was over

And the dying beats were announcing that yet another song has come to an end,

I grew desperate to find a new tune to play to my barren.

The chaotic interlude somehow echoing the gurgle inside me.

Daring me to go unnoticed by its insanity.

The song goes on, words toppling over one another.

Emptying thoughts and hopes.

Building castles and scouring ruins in the gorge.

He has the voice of an angel.

Did you know?

Before I know I’m singing along.

The words are becoming mine.

I’m in my own device.

And I play on; ”Tonight we’re young”….

But right before the end can scare me,

I smile at the screen, and pause;

Thinking to myself ‘I found my song’.

 

©ANNIE MAJUMDER

Author's Note

I'm really new at publishing. Nervous, So, would appreciate a kind word or two.

Reviews

[Tamika Finley]

I'm also kind of new but this is well written. Music satisfies me much so I can relate to it. Keep writing.

[Annie_dreamer]

Thank you. much appreciated.

[Tamika Finley]

no problem