A Silver Line
There is a world
Where I was from
Full of black, and white, and grey.
But then I saw
A silver line
Come through on misty day.
It's hard like steal,
But small and light
And makes a beautious sound.
Then I decided
On that day
To turn my world around.
I took that flute
And made it mine
And now I can't see grey
Because of music
I see there's more
Now I see through the fray.
As you see
That silver line
Flipped my world around
I took a chance
Without a glance
Now music is my ground.
This poem is about:
Me