Poetry and Music (poem #12)

Let it go..

Let it go…

Can’t hold it back anymore…

Let it go…

Let it go…

That perfect girl is gone!

Now that I have that out of the way,

A poem is a song,

A song is a poem,

Words on paper,

Or words in the air,

Poetry becomes music,

and it floats through our hair.

You see there is nothing that words can not express,

When written upon a rhythm

And added to a tune,

Becuase music transforms words,

from somthing so simply,

so black and white,

to something of color,

that can brighten the darkest of night.

We cherish them,

hold them,

and always remember them,

as we walk alone,

or are wondering in a crowd…

Because poetry and music,

say everything we wish we could,

but feel that we would be judged,

because our sentences aren’t complete,

and the words can be cut short,

or completely omitted,

because it’s about expression,

not about making sense,

so it may sound like a ramble…

but to us poetry and music is what our heart screams!