Music, a design of notes
that my heart plays to my mood
absence of the tunes that play in my head
is the absence of joy, that my soul is unfed...
I can stop the tunes that my ear hears
but I cant stop the melodies of my heart
I can think that my life is now clear
but its the note tells me my part...
when tears flow down the eyes
the heart strums a gentle string
the hum of the tune
repeats every one of that noon
that thoughts find their way
to the night of the mourning moon
when the chuckling heart
beats the drums on a happy thought
every mournful night of blue
I hear the distant drum
sometimes that is ALL I need
to change the tune of the spreading glum.
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