There are magic moments,
Rare like shooting stars,
Moments that slip away,
Yet better than scoring six pars.
Moments that slip away,
Yet better than scoring six pars.
My eyes become brighter,
My soul strings vibrate,
My soul strings vibrate,
Moving in periodic waves
and...
Emotions find their way
and...
Emotions find their way
Deep into my heart
Till they merge into a solo on a guitar...
That's quite a creative photo, and the verse certainly compliments it. Well done.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Belita...and a very creative photo to go with it :-))
ReplyDeleteexquisite poem and photo! music soothes the soul...I really like the background music too.
ReplyDeleteOne needs to hone up on creativity to keep up with you!!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully put together, Belita!
The sound of ...love :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!