NaPoWriMo Apr 3

Music is Life

Music moves the human soul

More sure than anything

From classical to modern rock

To lullabies we sing

There’s nothing else will speak to us

Reach out and touch our hearts

Like that one song which resonates

In our most secret parts

From goths with Evanesence in

The headphones on their ears

To some Gen Xer cruising by

And blasting Tears for Fears.

A universal code is there

Locked in each measured beat

With all of life recorded in

A catalogue complete

It matters not if you’re alone

Or mingled in a crowd

A song so soft it’s barely heard

Or yet bone jarring loud

For music is as close as we

Will get to the divine

So please stay but a moment while

I share this song of mine

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Day 6

Now for something completely different. Well at least different from the tone so far this month. Today’s offering is a little more in tune with what I’ve written in years past. As I used to do, I just started writing and let the energy of the words decide the rest. Enjoy!

Natural Healing For A Weary Soul

I looked out of my window and,

Saw sitting in the tree,

A little songbird singing there,

And looking back at me.

It sang the sweetest song I’ve heard,

Each note so clear and pure,

So unprepared to hear such truth,

How could my heart endure?

Yet still it sang and spellbound I,

Sat rapt within that song,

And though I sat my soul swept forth,

And gaily danced along.

How long it sang I could not say,

Then I awoke renewed,

My every fibre filled with love,

Soft light in all I viewed.

I do not claim to understand,

That songbird’s magic gift,

When problems come I hear that tune,

And feel my soul lift.

A blessing on that little bird,

Who blessed my weary heart,

And showed me there is always hope,

Each day a brand new start.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Day 23

In my last poem, I mentioned the soundtrack of my life. Here is a little more on that idea.

On The Music Of Life

My keyboard and a cup of tea,

Some tunes to sooth my mind.

And as the music washes through,

My inner voice I find.

 

Now as the notes are flowing through,

All else begins to flee,

This is the power music holds,

It strips me down to me.

 

It matters not, what song it is,

It changes every day.

But in the silence of the sound,

I find the words to say.

 

Yes, music is my fav’rite drug,

It lets my soul take flight.

It frees me from life’s petty cares,

It’s what makes life all right.

 

When I am sad it lifts me up,

I’m lost it brings me home.

I’m happy then it laughs with me,

Travels with me as I roam.

 

My music is my place of peace,

Far from the world I know.

When everything is just too much,

Into the sound I go.

 

So thank you all to those who make,

All these songs that I hear.

You’ll never know how much I love,

This music I hold dear.

 

And now I lay me down to sleep,

Music plays all night long.

I drift away to peaceful rest,

Borne there on wings of song.

 

Cheers, Winston