no one sings like you anymore
how many songs will carry me
how many verses and choruses
how many lyrics memorized
oh it’s an impossible count
like the flute to the cobra
or feline to violin
musical relationships exist
in a strictly personal sense
beyond the mystic
already lighter than a feather
basking in a surreal sun
finally oh finally I find your voice
february two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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Excellent. Amazing poem! Great audio also..
Thank you very much, Wanda!
You’re welcome
Music as the essence of life. This was lovely
Thank you, Padmini.
Beautiful!
Thanks for visiting and commenting on my poetry today, Melanie