Haiku on Music

March 5, 2016

Not one day passes

Where my ears don’t hear rich sound

It is in my veins

My life would be dull

If it wasn’t from this gift

From the God himself

Through music I’ve learned

Much more than school could offer

Music is my love

I know how to love

How to be happy for good

All through my music

My heart beats as drums

My veins are the guitar strings

I am the music

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