The Muse
Sleek polished wood, horse hair strings
"brand spankin' new" my father said.
This little toy would be my muse
In the years yet not here,
But did I know I had in hand my greatest escape? no.
Note to note I learnt, let my soul dance across the strings
My fingers worn and torn in red
Yet my heart refuses to surrender to-
the distress I felt upon my frame
It is nothing compared to the pure euphoria
That lights up my soul with joy as I play.
Just so young, I was
Had not yet seen the horrors of the world, but
to me,
It felt so grown-up that I was writing tunes from what I called pain.
Oh, how little I knew!
A decade I step,
A bold twenty I am and I have now seen what the world looks beyond my control
I still dance with the notes,
And play hide and seek with the tunes i built from my pain but-
My hands run over the ivories of the eighty eight,
While my muse lays forgotten in the dark.
What a hike this has been.
~Chenu 💗
Wow....great post chenu...good luck❤️🥰
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Excited to read ur other posts..
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DeletePoetry is in your blood girl🥰♥️
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