![]() When The Music Finally StopsA Poem by Beatles9322![]() This was written about when I saw Flyleaf last night in concert! 5/25/10![]()
I sway from side to side,
Lost in the music that fills my heart. Each lyric pulses into me fiercely. I feel every chord and note that is struck. How do I explain this feeling? It's a type of high unmatched by any drug. The hours fly by as each song Flows smoothly into another and another. The pictures in my twisted mind change. I am in a meadow of sweet-smelling flowers. The sun warms my skin softly As I feel at peace with myself. All at once, the pictures become black. There is no song; no sun. My world is empty and bleak. I have no purpose in life. A tormented soul am I, Destined to wander the planet searching for light. If found, the light will prove to be false. The only true light shines in Heaven. If I feel secure when the music plays And my being is soothed and consoled, What am I supposed to do When the music finally stops? © 2010 Beatles9322Featured Review
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10 Reviews Added on May 25, 2010 Last Updated on September 5, 2010 Author![]() Beatles9322NYAboutI love God, music, make-up, nail polish, traveling, singing, reading, writing, poetry, traveling, going to antique stores and wishing I could afford the stuff, thrift stores, farmers markets, movies, .. more..Writing
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