Thursday, February 19, 2009

[Poem] Musical Beauty.

The vocals is a beautiful thing,
A gift from God to make others recognise you.
They sound pretty when you're happy,
They sound devastating when you're sad.

My vocals are damaged,
As I never took care of them.
I could never sing a song,
I could never hum a melody.

I would watch how others blow my mind away,
With their talent to express themself melodically.
Melodious, yet harmonious,
Beautiful, as the sacred garden.

But the heart beats again,
Even if my vocals are damaged,
I brought a broken melody out,
When my queen was about.

Singing through the medival times,
Of masks, and skirts.
I'm singing a melody,
Whilst someone silently listens to sleep.

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