Dreaming

The melody racks through your body,

strumming strings within you that you didn't even know existed, 

bringing a light smile to your lips as you reflect on the past.

A song can bring you back to a broken past, 

or to a joyful time when you were once young, 

or let you dream about the magical future you can encounter.

It's limitless, forever expanding into the unknown,

it leaves traces of itself all over your dusty memories, 

brushing them clean when you least expect it.

Music is not only personal expression, 

or an attempt to garner the feelings of populations, 

but more so about a soft mixing of the past, present and future,

a careful blend of all that was and all that will be. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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