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