Life is a quarry, out of which we are to mold and chisel and complete a character.
—Samuel Butler

Monday, December 6, 2010

#20 Please Don't Stop the . . .

It's how I think aloud.
Sometimes to pray.
It can unite a crowd
It starts to play.

It helps me catch the tides
When I'm aground.
Deep in your soul it hides.
It can be found.

To think a thing all through
To show your thoughts.
Emotions true for you.
Something you sought.

It fills my soul with bliss,
I love to hear
And, hearing, feel its kiss
Caress my ear.

There's nothing in this world
I think that can
Set feelings more unfurled.
Music, begin!

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