MUSIC

With every fleeting beat,

I am hung on the chords.

 

Fueling my pulse,

Inside me it swarms.

 

The rhythm becomes a current,

to which I must follow.

Everyday,

it holds me in its power.

 

Each note sends a wave,

creating a wall of beautiful magic.

It crashes into me,

in many ways dramatic.

 

Prickling every fiber

and filling my soul,

It causes me,

to lose all control.

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