It's as movable as a river
And as sturdy as a house
The notes fly and dive
As silent as a mouse
No one knows
Which way it will go
It chooses its path
Because it knows where to go
It can be warm
Like a burning passionate fire
And if it's just the right music
It'll fulfill your desire
YOU ARE READING
Leftovers
PoetryLeftovers Leftovers of me Every story has a piece A piece of my heart
