Strings of Guitar, play the song,life and death go along,
The chords of the high notes,make us feel the crest and trough,
lower notes give us a feel of the solitude of within,
The music playing on the strings ,is the music of nature and spring..
I suddenly strike a wrong chord, and the tune falls off the mark,
Like a fault in the life,when we don't get another strike,
But life moves on ...and pushes us ..though ..
We always remember the broken chord ....
Love notes when I play,they take me in another way,
To a place full of dreams and everything's fine as should have been,
I fly above the world so high, and the world appears like an apple pie...
This music of happiness brings joy and relief in the sadness and in grief......
So strange it seems! that a guitar string,
can affect your life in every mean..or else it is the opposite way,
And it plays whatever is within and brings out the fray....
the touching sound ....the melancholy chords or.. the jubilant notes....to watch..
Whatsoever the guitar plays,
even if my fingers move astray,
I know this well..that Iam a mere player in the field of life...
The actual music notes and chords are in the hands of the LORD.....
The chords of the high notes,make us feel the crest and trough,
lower notes give us a feel of the solitude of within,
The music playing on the strings ,is the music of nature and spring..
I suddenly strike a wrong chord, and the tune falls off the mark,
Like a fault in the life,when we don't get another strike,
But life moves on ...and pushes us ..though ..
We always remember the broken chord ....
Love notes when I play,they take me in another way,
To a place full of dreams and everything's fine as should have been,
I fly above the world so high, and the world appears like an apple pie...
This music of happiness brings joy and relief in the sadness and in grief......
So strange it seems! that a guitar string,
can affect your life in every mean..or else it is the opposite way,
And it plays whatever is within and brings out the fray....
the touching sound ....the melancholy chords or.. the jubilant notes....to watch..
Whatsoever the guitar plays,
even if my fingers move astray,
I know this well..that Iam a mere player in the field of life...
The actual music notes and chords are in the hands of the LORD.....
Stunning and amazing :D
ReplyDeleteso glad to know you liked this old piece.
Delete[ Smiles ] Lovely indeed!
ReplyDeleteThank you Renard! Nice to see you liked this one! It was a very old poem printed in my first anthology.
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