My Music

Mon, 10/20/2014 - 08:24 -- Cyrinw


Smooth rhythms, dancing in sync with the bodies all around

Moving like water

The bass caressing the flow of the drums

It hits my ears with a boom

It gives me a reason to live, to survive

My music is precious

It gives me a purpose

It changes my moods and brings up

Like it can bring me down

Every time I hear the knock of a drum

The riff of a guitar or Etta bellowing out sweet notes of love

I get shivers

It makes me want to dance

It lets me know everything is just fine


Hmm my music I can’t live without

My music can’t live without me

My music inspires great things


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