WHAT iT iS THAT MUSiC'S
TRYiNG TO SAY
DEPENDS ON MOOD AND PLACE,
i'D SAY

THE RHYTHM OF A PULSiNG CiTY LiFE
COULD BE HUMMiNG THROUGH YOUR VEiNS
LiKE THE SOUNDTRACK OF A BUSY HiVE

THE PATTER OF A SUMMER RAiN
MAY WiLL SEND YOU ON A RUN
ON TRACKS THROUGH THOUGHTS AS iF TRAVELiNG BY TRAiN

WHAT iT iS THAT MUSiC'S
TRYiNG TO SAY
DEPENDS ON MOOD AND PLACE,
i'D SAY

THE DRUMMiNG OF YOUR HEART
WiLL LEAD UNTiL SECURED
FROM END THROUGH HARD TO START

THE SNOWFALLS MUTED SiLENCE
WOULD PROViDE A RESTiNG SPACE
AND THE NEED TO SPEAK GROWS BiG WiTHOUT PRETENSE

WHAT iT iS THAT MUSiC'S
TRYiNG TO SAY
DEPENDS ON MOOD AND PLACE,
i'D SAY

A lyrical musing on sounds and silence.

Serie: [ SEELEN|TEXT.] straight from the heart.

The words ‚WHAT iT iS THAT MUSiC’S TRYiNG TO SAY‘ from the poem Drifting are part of my poem. See the origional poem from Mary Oliver below.

W3|WEA'VE WRiTTEN WEEKLY|#215

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