Melodies dance through shadows and light,
Awakening dreams with effortless ease.
The vinyl spins, each crackle a caress,
Rhythms pulse like heartbeats in my chest;
A symphony woven in silk and stress,
Notes cascading like raindrops at rest.
Each lyric lingers like perfume on skin,
Stories unfold where the silence once lay;
Through ballads of loss or sweet love’s begin,
I find solace as echoes softly play.
From jazz that sways to rock’s fierce embrace,
Every genre wraps me in its warm glow;
In concert halls or an intimate space,
My spirit ignites with each ebb and flow.
These chords are companions when nights feel long,
An anthem for laughter or tears I’ve cried;
In every refrain lies a place I belong—
The music I listen to becomes my guide.
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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