{Poems of Music & Art} By TheodosiaLynn

[Tea with Sinatra] #2 {Poem}

I put a Sinatra record on , I pour myself a steaming cup of tea. This is what contentment is, to me. I listen as the melody runs down my spine, sending shivers.
          Many do not know of this man, Sinatra. When you hear the symphony it's as if he is there, with you , singing for you.
           When your in a cafe drinking coffee, when Sinatra starts playing, it's like he is sitting across from you, drinking a cup of coffee with you.
            When your walking on the street, you have your ear buds in, Sinatra starts to sing in your head, he is walking right next to you, singing in your ear.
             When your in your garden watching the breeze flow with the branches and flowers, as your listening to the softness of his voice, he is in your garden, handing you a rose, just for you
           As I'm listening to the radio, modern radio, I think "This can't beat the classics". That's just me, I'm an old person at heart.
           I'm writing this poem at my kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea, with Sinatra.

             (I hope you enjoyed! )