I play chords
That come from my heart
As a sign of art
Of happiness
And efforts.
I try to show myself
In a language that you cannot speak
Letting notes in the air
YOU ARE READING
The shadow through
Poetry"Small circles and small steps back and forth till it makes no sense."
Chords
I play chords
That come from my heart
As a sign of art
Of happiness
And efforts.
I try to show myself
In a language that you cannot speak
Letting notes in the air
