my loneliness recedes with every beat of the kick drum.
sad thoughts are lifted with every pluck of your strings.
every hammer of the key releases another pent up emotion.
porte rouge sunday jazz - church sermons
your lost love evaporates a drop more with every snare beat
i close my eyes, let the music travel from my toes to my brain
igniting an insatiable fire along its journey.
one which extinguishes negativity and loneliness -
feelings that are the broken record of my heart
your rhythm is so intense it rattles my bones.
i can't help but smile when i am here.
even while writing sadness in my journal.
even being without you, here i don't care.
~Friday, June 27, 2014
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