My Musical Thrum
The wind is blowing,
Just as it suddenly begins snowing.
The flowers all gone,
As I walk towards the break of dawn.
I go towards a frosted bench,
A freezing cold bench,
I think of those amazing memories,
As they slowly fade away.
That wonderful hour of just complete darling music,
My music the sound of the beating drums and a thrumming guitar.
My heart enjoying,
That soothing soothing sound.
The deep emotional voice,
I could simply just tell.
Everyone has a thrum,
A ringing heart throbbing thrum.
My thrum though,
What could it be..
A heart warming smile,
Simply amazing art planted on cream coloured walls..
I wanted to know,
All my friends had their own.
Collecting records,
Being that classic movie buff,
And I realized just how tough.
This may just as well be,
To find my own thrum,
Only happily.
And just today,
As I woke up this morning.
I found my thrum,
My one and only enjoyable thrum.
The music,
The music,
Dancing crazily to it,
Singing amazingly to it,
Studying to understand it,
Falling asleep to it.
And once again acting with it.
This wonderful thrum,
The one sound of music..
Its great,
And its welcoming.
I know I'll just love it.
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