The Power of Sound

Words that are translated from paper to song,

Melodies and beats that just play along,

In any language, to and fro,

Music is my world and that I know.

 

Pop in those headphones,

Crank the volume up loud,

'Cause even when I am alone,

There is always a crowd.

 

Singing sweet lullaby's or songs of hope,

Music becomes that life saving rope,

That guides and supports through every mood,

Even on an island where I might be screwed.

 

Silence may be a sound to fear,

But not when my music is near. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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