Every music sound forewarns a story.
When a musician weapon is a note of music of his. His intstrument, infused of a book of emotions.
When his world turned to rocks ,& all he has to break them is an instrument.
His every mood, has a song to play.
Its a cubic for him, where he might be.
Bequeaths ,and recives.
An imaginary film that has kindered its way through his music.
Its a friend that heals you.
Its sound, is like a sound of a hibernating bird.
A beautiful sound of a bird, that pierces his heart.
And if leaving it, he will be shattered to pieces.
If leaving this instrument, he cant fly, he cant flow his story in a box ,and let it drift.
Its his beautiful secret that no one can take ,or steal.
Its his wings.
About the Creator
MArwa Kadhem
I am a beginner writer, I have dreamt to be one since I was a child. I love writing poetry and fictional fantasy books, some are short stories and Some are long.
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