Treasure Island

Maria Luisa Taylor

(Madrid, Spain)

Music can tell a story


I hear the music
Music is love
Music is life
Music can tell a story

Music cheers
But also brings memories
What's so special about music?
When I listen to music it takes me'
to another world.

Music is my passion
Music soothes the soul
Music can take away the pain
Our life is music.

Music inspires me
The music flows through me
Do you hear it?
The beats of music.

Come dance with me tonight.

Maria Luisa Taylor

Submitted: Monday, February 14, 2011

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  • Shelbi H (3/12/2013 11:35:00 AM)

    I really like the theme of this poem because it is true that music can be so many things! At the same time, maybe you would like to add a little more structure because it seemed kind of random, but then again music is unpredictable and speaks in different ways. Nice job! (Report) Reply

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