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Symphony
Rich melodies run in our veins
Glorious sound and ancient strings
Graceful hymns and soulful notes
Our hearts race and slow and rush and stop
To the music in our heads and ears.
Majestic pianos, sweet acoustic.
Pounding rhythms and hot blooded violin
Heart wrenching pauses and fades
Deaf or blind, innocent or lost.
It's always there.
It's always there.
Glorious sound and ancient strings
Graceful hymns and soulful notes
Our hearts race and slow and rush and stop
To the music in our heads and ears.
Majestic pianos, sweet acoustic.
Pounding rhythms and hot blooded violin
Heart wrenching pauses and fades
Deaf or blind, innocent or lost.
It's always there.
It's always there.
Published 17th Nov 2009
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25th Dec 2011 8:26am
125 reads and no comments. that's just heartbreaking. When I was younger, it always bothered me that the ones who were blind or deaf could not see or hear the most beautiful sounds, now I understand. Tremendous poem.
